Cheng Yue's large hand was powerful, and with one grasp, he snatched An Hao's wrist and took off the leather shoe.
It seemed the village girl had it pretty good, to actually be wearing leather shoes.
"Nice shoes, pretty good-looking," Cheng Yue said.
Having said that, his gaze shifted to her bare feet.
Her feet were white and tender, without socks, and the nails on her five toes were round, radiating a healthy pink hue.
Feeling his gaze, An Hao's face turned a deep red with embarrassment: "Where are you looking?"
"How about it? The shoe is in my hand, let me give you a ride, or else I won't give you the shoe," Cheng Yue said with a smug grin on his face.
"In your dreams! I don't need the shoe and I won't let you give me a ride!" Is this bastard somewhat of a jerk?