Qiao Si returned to his office after the meeting and saw the girl sitting on the sofa, her feet bare with socks and shoes scattered around.
Her feet were very white, her toes plump and moist, arousing an impulse to take them in his hands and play with them.
"Baby, have you finished your meeting?"
Ye Xiao looked up at Qiao Si.
That term "baby" had left a certain male executive trailing behind Qiao Si utterly dumbfounded.
What had he just heard? Someone had just called President Qiao "baby," which was more shocking than seeing a ghost.
"Why did you take off your socks?"
Qiao Si walked over to the girl, bent down, and picked up the white socks she had tossed on the floor.
"They're uncomfortable. It feels better to be barefoot."
If possible, Ye Xiao would rather not wear clothes at all.
"You'll catch a cold."
Qiao Si's voice was low and pleasant.
He sat beside her, lifting her pale feet onto his legs. With one hand, he held her foot while the other worked to put on her socks.
