He felt that Catherine probably didn't have much hair volume.
Thinking of these strange musings, Li Zhiyan returned home.
Soon Zhao Shumin's beastly ex-husband would arrive, so he had to help Aunt Zhao no matter what.
After getting home, Li Zhiyan went to Zhao Shumin's door to check, only to find that she wasn't home—it seemed like she had gone out to look for a job.
Not in a rush, he quietly waited for Zhao Shumin to return.
Sitting in the room with the air conditioner running, Li Zhiyan's thoughts drifted to what Catherine had asked of him earlier—her request for a massage.
This woman was really insulting his dignity, thinking of asking him to massage her black nylon-clad jade-like feet, even fantasizing about stepping on him with high heels.
If this continued, wouldn't Catherine one day directly demand that he lick her feet?
He definitely wasn't that kind of person.
If this horse of a woman really asked him to lick her feet, he absolutely wouldn't do it!
