As the saying goes, every woman is her own kind of beauty.
Likewise, every woman's feet are different too.
But beautiful women's feet usually have a natural edge, exquisite in appearance.
Feng Yueji's feet were even more so.
They were a pair of dazzling jade feet with smooth, evenly proportioned bone and flesh, and crystal-clear toenails; the light purple "bean sprout" polish on her toenails drew the eye.
Her calves were snow‑white, full, round and long; the slim lower legs were firm and straight, her ankles slender yet still full, the curves graceful and flowing—simply perfection!
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Apparently feeling Jiang Feng's sharp, probing gaze, Feng Yueji's face grew even redder. She twisted her body slightly, her expression tinged with coy seduction.
"Ahem, nothing."
Only when she spoke did Jiang Feng snap back to his senses, and he hurriedly started massaging with a dead‑serious face.
