Qiao Qingyu's lips curved into a smile, unconsciously. That's just how easily women are charmed.
These high heels were her size, and she had no idea how He Xiuyu knew her shoe size.
Slipping into the high heels, Qiao Qingyu's fair feet against the cut-out black leather shoes looked as elegant and beautiful as works of art.
Rongrong squatted at her feet, and tapping Qiao Qingyu's instep with her finger, she looked up and said, "Little aunt, you look so pretty. I want to wear high heels too."
"You little rascal, wait until you're grown up."
"Then when I grow up, you'll buy me high heels, won't you?"
The little girl made her demands unabashedly.
Qiao Qingyu smilingly agreed.
She walked around the house in her high heels for a few laps. The shoes were very comfortable, and she picked up her lipstick, which she seemed to have not worn for almost half a year.
Her lips were naturally rosy, and with a light layer applied, they looked like jelly petals.
