When they got out of the subway, they saw Song Lin waiting on the side of the road in a Bentley. Qiao Yanli carried Xia Yanxi into the car, took off her high heels, and saw that her back feet were soaked. He frowned and ordered Song Lin to drive to a nearby pharmacy.
There was a pharmacy not far away. Song Lin drove over and bought some ointment.
Qiao Yanli put Xia Yanxi's feet on his knees. She has a pair of beautiful slender feet, with light blood vessels hidden in the white and clean insteps, like precious jade. Her toenails are neatly trimmed and have a healthy ruddy look on them. Her ankles are delicate and delicate. He holds them in his hands. I just feel that my little wife is too thin, but she is not that skinny. She is slim and well-proportioned, and there is not a trace of flesh that should be plump.
The ankle was held in Qiao Yanli's hand. His palm was dry and warm, like a stream of warmth flowing through the skin into her heart. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and at the same time, she felt more embarrassed.
She just had some skin damage from wearing high heels for a long time, so it wasn't a big problem. She was particularly embarrassed that he paid so much attention to her.
He wanted to pull his foot back, but he held on tightly.
Xia Yanxi's fair cheeks instantly looked as if they were smeared with pickled grease, and became intoxicatingly red.
"Yanli, give me the ointment and I'll just apply it myself." Song Lin was still driving ahead. Why didn't this man pay attention to his image at all
Qiao Yanli glanced at Xia Yanxi with a deep look. Xia Yanxi swallowed the words that came to her lips when he looked at him.
He was a man who kept his word and was domineering and strong at heart. If she refused again, he would probably put her on his lap and apply medicine on her.
He applied the ointment to a cotton swab and gently rubbed the broken skin area for her. The movements are gentle and delicate.
Xia Yanxi looked at him with his head slightly lowered and paying serious attention, and his chest seemed to have been scratched by feathers, causing soft ripples.
The ointment is a little cooling, and after applying the ointment, my heels really feel much better.
Xia Yanxi looked at Qiao Yanli shyly, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, husband." Since her mother was gone, no one had treated her like this for a long time.
Even Bai Wenxuan, who had fallen in love with her, had never been so attentive and considerate.
Qiao Yanli held Xia Yanxi's delicate little hand and leaned towards her. When he put his arm around her shoulders, Xia Yanxi consciously moved closer to his chest.
His chin rested on the top of her head, and his warm breath fell down. Her face turned red, her two rows of long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled lightly, and her chest felt warm and sweet.
A man like him is handsome in appearance, noble in temperament, and in terms of temperament, although he is sometimes domineering and strong, he is not offensive. The occasional delicate and considerate behavior can easily make women excited.
From the moment she met him, he had been such a charming man.
She had known for a long time that she could not escape the love network he gave her.
While Xia Yanxi was distracted, the man's big hand reached into her clothes and pinched her slender waist, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
Xia Yanxi saw his big hand placed on her belly again. She looked at Song Lin who was driving shyly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Stop making trouble." She wanted to take out his big hand, but he moved it up. He pinched her.
Xia Yanxi's pale face suddenly turned red. Qiao Yanli seemed to like her shy and innocent look. His big hand came out of her clothes, pinched her chin, looked at her pink lips, and said in a low voice, "Want to eat at a Western restaurant tonight?"
When he spoke to her, he slightly squinted his deep black eyes with a yuppie expression, "You need to take good nutrition during special times. You will only have fighting strength after a week."