Under normal circumstances, when a man hears the sound of high heels, an image of a young, beautiful woman with elegant mannerisms automatically constructs itself in his mind.
At the very least, the woman in his imagination would fit the man's basic definition of a woman.
So, when Yan Junze saw the calves above the high heels poking out from under the door, he was genuinely taken aback.
The woman wore a black mesh skirt, and those heels were exquisite, revealing calves that weren't very chubby but had a robust feel to them.
It was clear that the woman had a large build, not conceding much to men.
The wine red high heels stopped outside the stall where Yan Junze was, with the tips of the shoes pointing straight ahead, showing no sign of being pigeon-toed or splay-footed.
Silence once again enveloped the surroundings; no one made a sound.
Yan Junze forced himself to breathe slowly, eyeing the high heels outside the stall unwaveringly.
