In a room where the scent of wood and sunlight intermingled, Shen Yuan's gaze had only followed the swaying, snow-white ankle for two inches when the swivel chair let out a SQUEAK.
The delicate, jade-like ankle drew a small arc through the air. Li Zhi suddenly spun around to face him, the tip of her foot hovering just three centimeters above his shin.
"Is it pretty?"
Hearing Li Zhi's voice, Shen Yuan nodded again and again, stating with absolute certainty, "Very pretty!"
The words had barely left his mouth when the girl kicked him in the shin.
"Die, you damn pervert!"
Shen Yuan clutched his shin, sucking in a sharp breath. "I just saw you walking around barefoot," he said, his face a mask of grievance. "I was worried your feet would get cold!"
"Heh heh, thanks so much for your concern. Should I present you with a 'Friend to Womankind' medal, too?"
Li Zhi smiled benevolently, but in Shen Yuan's eyes, it was an omen of impending doom.
