"What you mean by that is that Yanyan, after practicing dancing for a whole day, your feet still smell good?"
Huang Xiangyun held her hands on the railing by the wall, her two beautiful legs in white silk stockings stepping on Song Enyan's H!ps, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she was not at all angered by Song Enyan's verbal provocation.
"Since your feet smell so good, why don't you take off your shoes and let everyone smell how nice they are?"
Song Enyan was looking for something to do, but Huang Xiangyun shut her up with just a few words, leaving her so angry that she could only grit her teeth.
Of course, she didn't dare to really take off her shoes and hit Huang Xiangyun in the face. Just as Huang Xiangyun said, after practicing dancing for a whole day, Song Enyan knew exactly how her feet smelled.
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