"Your feet are wet..." Shen Mochen lifted his head, his face showing some apology.
"It's okay, please don't worry about it." Liu Chaoyan smiled reassuringly, not minding at all.
"Please wait a moment..." Shen Mochen stood up, quickly took a pair of white socks from the cabinet, and handed them to Liu Chaoyan, "These are my sister's socks, if you don't mind, you can change into them. I've washed them clean."
"Sure, thank you so much."
Liu Chaoyan gratefully took the socks and sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifting her leg, slowly pulling off her previous white silk ankle socks.
The entire motion was graceful and fluid, the angle at which her thigh lifted, the spot her sole aimed at, the curvature of her curled toes... every movement was supremely elegant. Bathed in the sunlight filtering through the window, she was like a dynamic painting, with each frame depicting the work of masterful artists.
Shen Mochen swallowed hard, a simple action somehow stirring his heart.
