Major Xia had always hidden his feelings very well. He swiftly concealed his slight embarrassment in his eyes, without any trace of an oddity on his handsome and elegant face. "Go back to your room to try them on. There's still time to return them if they don't fit."
Once again, he subtly lowered his eyes. But this time, he dared not look at Ye Jian's bare feet which were as fine-looking as pearls and jade. Instead, he looked at her white and slender calves, tightening his mouth.
She had extraordinary fair skin, which was shining like milky white porcelain glaze. And it was so tender that it might turn red if anyone pressed it gently.
Nevertheless, the white jade had a flaw at this moment. An obvious bruise had appeared on her right shank. Xia Jinyuan looked at it, tightened his eyes and hunched over suddenly. "Don't move."