Lin Tian's massage technique was superb, and Yang Meiling felt very comfortable and at ease.
"Aunt Yang, your feet smell so good. Did you spray perfume on them?" Lin Tian asked curiously.
Yang Meiling's silk feet had none of the bad odor. Instead, they smelled really good, with a faint orchid fragrance.
Blushing, Yang Meiling said, "Knowing you were coming, I was afraid you might dislike it, so I... I sprayed some perfume on my feet."
"I didn't expect you to be so well-prepared, Aunt Yang," Lin Tian said with a sly smile.
Yang Meiling was mortified and quickly turned her face away to avoid Lin Tian's gaze.
Lin Tian didn't tease Yang Meiling any further, knowing that she was thin-skinned and not wanting to upset her.
Looking at the silk-clad beautiful feet in front of him, Lin Tian's appetite was hugely stimulated.
Lin Tian didn't hold back; he leaned in and started kissing Yang Meiling's toes through her stockings.
