Yao Qing looked up just as her eyes met Yu Yanshen's, and she froze for two seconds.
Then, under his gaze, she frowned.
"What are you staring at?" she asked irritably, kicking her legs a couple of times, "My feet hurt, get my high heels for me."
This imperious tone...
Yet it was quite effective on him.
Yu Yanshen removed the high heels from her feet and carried them by the straps with one hand.
She seemed to have a fondness for silver and white; many times he had seen her, she wore silver and white high heels.
Some had a gradient design, while this pair was adorned with glittering specks, which, paired with her fair instep, looked exceedingly beautiful.
Seeing that he was fairly obedient, Yao Qing hummed softly and snuggled into his embrace without speaking further.
Once in the elevator, there seemed to be a few other people inside.
Upon seeing Yu Yanshen, they were shocked.
