Song Tian caressed her cool, tender feet with a smile, and said, "Auntie, are your feet always this cold?"
"Yeah, they always are," Wang Nan said somewhat unconsciously, curling her toes.
"Hmm, auntie, you're quite weak," he observed.
Wang Nan felt something was off and couldn't help but try to pull her feet back, but Song Tian held on even tighter.
"Nan, your feet are cold, but damn, they're pretty and soft!" Song Tian exclaimed. He placed her feet on his legs and subtly rubbed them with his massive bulge.
Wang Nan felt an unusual heat on her feet, and a faint blush spread across her pale face. In her panic to retract her feet, Song Tian said,
"Nan, our hospital has a relief program where individuals only have to spend a little money. However, it requires cooperation with the hospital for some new medical trials, but these new treatments are all very mature technologies.