Qin Youbei said respectfully, "I will certainly wash master clean."
She thought bitterly to herself: Dammit, you used your hand to hold my foot, and then you threw the hand towel you wiped your hands with onto my face. What do you mean by this? Luckily, it was my own foot.
"It's surprising. Your face isn't much to look at, but your feet are beautiful, and you have an exceptionally fine waist."
Gu Xiao's slender fingers suddenly landed on Qin Youbei's slim waist, his palms pinching her waist.
The searing heat of his palms against her sensitive waist made Qin Youbei stiffen instinctively.
She held in her belly and dared not move, then felt the hands around her waist tighten further.
There was no wandering, no light pinching.
She felt that Gu Xiao holding her waist was definitely not to take liberties with her.
As expected.
Gu Xiao's next sentence was, "If this waist were to twist like the foot, carelessly, it wouldn't just be a matter of setting it right."
