Song Tian crept over and crouched at the foot of the bed, admiring up close the two pairs of exquisitely beautiful feet.
In comparison, Qin Ying's feet were a bit fairer, but Mrs. Yan's were more slender. As for Yan Qingqing's tender little feet, they were a spitting image of her mother's.
These two pairs of feet were each more gorgeous than the last.
As Song Tian was intently appreciating them, Qin Ying's toes suddenly curled in an unnatural way—she wasn't asleep at all.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Yan's feet also subtlety crossed one over the other; she wasn't sleeping either.
Song Tian chuckled to himself; things were getting interesting.
He couldn't help but move closer to Mrs. Yan's crossed feet and gently sniffed them. That sniff made Mrs. Yan's feet tense up even more.
Song Tian then licked them, which made Mrs. Yan want to retract her feet but she didn't dare make too much of a movement.