"Cough, cough cough!"
Han Xue nearly choked Li Feng as she began to speak; this woman really could say anything. Li Feng looked up at Han Xue.
"What's going on with them?"
Kicking off her slippers, Han Xue rested her fair, delicate feet on Li Feng's leg: "Ha, men always say one thing and mean another. They act all proper with their words, but their bodies tell the honest truth."
Li Feng glanced at Han Xue with a sly look in his eyes and reached out to grab her ankle firmly.
"Men might not be honest, but it seems you women love to lie just as much."
As he spoke, his fingers swiftly tickled the sole of Han Xue's foot.
"Ah!"
The soles of the feet are sensitive areas, and Han Xue instinctively tried to withdraw her foot. However, under Li Feng's iron grip, it wasn't so easy to pull away. She turned red and glared at Li Feng.
"You."
"Why are you glaring at me like that? You were the one who started this."
