"...Is it done?"
Dylan put his hands behind his back and pressed the hem of his skirt. He could feel the gaze that was almost swallowing him alive and couldn't stand still.
The floor of the bedroom is made of old green tiles, which are darker in color with traces of the times. The pair of white and slender legs are barefoot on the floor, and the insteps of the feet are rubbing together like white jade.
The soles of the feet must be dirty.
"Why don't you wear shoes?" Ryan Lu walked into the bedroom and closed the bedroom door.
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