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Lin Shuifeng's feet are very small, only 37 yards at most. Compared with her tall figure of nearly 1.7 meters, she looks quite small and exquisite. The cotton socks she wears are as white as snow and look very clean. There is a faint musk-like fragrance mixed with a special fragrance of leather.

Zhang Yang looked at Lin Shuifeng's feet, his eyes were a little strange, he was silent for a moment, reached out and grabbed Lin Shuifeng's socks, and was about to help her drag them down.

A man's head, a woman's feet!
This is the first time that someone has watched her feet so closely, and it is also the first time that another man has dragged her socks. Pull your feet back from Zhang Yang's hands!
"Ouch!" Just as Lin Shuifeng moved, another burst of unbearable needle-like pain came from her sprained ankle, and she wailed with a slight frown!
"Don't move around, if you move again, I'll call your old Zheng!" Zhang Yang reached out and patted Lin Shuifeng's plump legs, and said threateningly.

"Don't, don't, don't tell Old Zheng, I—I just don't move!" Lin Shuifeng was anxious, Zheng Tuhu's temper was very violent, if he knew that she met Zhang Yang in this small forest so late, It's no wonder that nothing happened, so Lin Shuifeng was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and looked at Zhang Yang resentfully, seeming so aggrieved.

Seeing Lin Shuifeng's lovely and pitiful appearance, Zhang Yang's heart fluttered, and he calmed down and said, "Aunt Shuifeng, it's not a trivial matter to sprain your ankle. If you miss the best time for treatment, the injury may get worse. How are you doing?" I can’t move for a few days! Just be patient, and I’ll show you right now!”

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, Lin Shuifeng slowly settled down, glanced at Zhang Yang with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Okay, you—look, I just don't move!"

After Lin Shuifeng finished speaking, she directly lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhang Yang again.

Seeing Lin Shuifeng's shy appearance, Zhang Yang's heart felt hot again, but he immediately settled down, reached out and grabbed Lin Shuifeng's socks, and gently held them down!
Under the light of the moonlight, a small white and crystal-clear foot was completely exposed in Zhang Yang's line of sight. Zhang Yang couldn't help being stunned when he saw it, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub it a few times.

Feeling Zhang Yang's movement, Lin Shuifeng's body trembled, and she felt even more shy in her heart. She tried not to take her foot back, hesitated and asked Zhang Yang: "Xiao Yang, how about my feet?"

"It looks good, it looks good!" Zhang Yang replied subconsciously.

Lin Shuifeng blushed even more after hearing Zhang Yang's words, and asked Zhang Yang angrily: "You little bastard, I asked how the injury on your foot is, who asked—whether it looks good or not!"

"Oh!" Zhang Yang came back to his senses and said to Lin Shuifeng: "Aunt Shuifeng, it's too dark for me to see clearly. I'll turn on the flashlight function of my phone to take a picture!"

"Do I have to use a flashlight? Can't I just look at it like this?" The darkness made Lin Shuifeng feel safe, and she instinctively didn't want to expose her feet to the flashlight.

"It's not clear, so let's take a photo!" Zhang Yang took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Lin Shuifeng's little feet while talking.

Lin Shuifeng's feet are beautifully shaped, and the skin on her legs is amazing, but the ankle is red and swollen, which looks shocking.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to hold Lin Shuifeng's ankle, tentatively stretched out his hand to lightly touch the red and swollen area, Lin Shuifeng immediately wailed, looking very painful, Zhang Yang hurriedly stopped.

"Xiao Yang, am I seriously injured? Can you treat it?" Lin Shuifeng asked Zhang Yang worriedly. She didn't want to go home with a limp.

"Auntie Shuifeng, your injury is alright. It didn't hurt any muscles or bones. It's just a sprain. It's much lighter than Grandpa Zheng. I can even heal his leg. Of course I won't be a problem if I heal you!" Zhang Yang conceited Said to Lin Shuifeng.

"That's good, that's good!" Lin Shuifeng said as if relieved, but then she frowned slightly, and said to Zhang Yang: "Xiao Yang, do you want to stick needles in my leg too?"

"Aunt Shuifeng, are you still afraid of needles? Don't worry, my technique is very good, and those needles don't hurt at all!" Zhang Yang said to Shuifeng with a smile.

"Xiao Yang, that's not what I meant. I—I'm not afraid of needles or pain, but—" Lin Shuifeng blushed when she said this, and looked at Zhang Yang shyly, but stopped.

At Zheng Yaoxian's house just now, Lin Shuifeng saw that Zhang Yang had pricked Zheng Yaoxian's leg several times, some of which were deep in the thigh. She was wearing a pair of jeans now. Facing a young man like Zhang Yang in this situation, he didn't know what would happen, but Lin Shuifeng couldn't say these words.

"You're not afraid of pain, and you're not afraid of needles, so why don't you let me give you needles? You saw it at Grandpa Zheng's house just now, and the acupuncture treatment is very effective!" Zhang Yang asked a little strangely.

Lin Shuifeng said to Zhang Yang with some embarrassment: "Xiao Yang, you—don't ask, just tell me if you can not get the needle?"

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, and said to Lin Shuifeng: "It's okay without acupuncture. I can treat you with a unique massage technique, but if you don't cooperate with acupuncture, the effect may not be so good, and it will take longer!"

Lin Shuifeng was relieved after hearing Zhang Yang's words, and immediately said: "Okay, then you can treat me with massage and massage. If you waste a little more time, please delay as much as possible. There is no way to do this!"

The lesser of two evils, Lin Shuifeng would rather delay a little longer than dragging down her pants to get acupuncture. She really can't accept getting acupuncture on this occasion and at this time.

"Okay, then it's up to you!" Zhang Yang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, reached out and handed the phone to Lin Shuifeng, and said aloud: "Aunt Shuifeng, take a picture for me, it may hurt a little at first, you Hold on!"

"Okay, you - press it, I can bear it!" Lin Shuifeng reached out and took the phone to shine on her feet. After getting along with her for a while, she has gotten used to it a little, and is no longer as shy as before, and treats Zhang Yang softly He said, "Xiao Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you today!"

"No trouble, no trouble, Aunt Shuifeng, fortunately you are a beautiful woman and your feet don't stink, otherwise that would be trouble!" Zhang Yang joked with Lin Shuifeng with a smile.

"Go, I'm old, I'm not a beauty, but it's true that my feet don't stink!" Lin Shuifeng relaxed after hearing Zhang Yang's words, especially when she heard the word "beauty", a smile appeared on her face, hesitating He said in response to Zhang Yang.

"Aunt Shuifeng, I'm starting, hold on!" Zhang Yang smiled at Lin Shuifeng, reached out to pull her trousers up to her knees, rubbed his palms to warm them, and grabbed Lin Shuifeng's injured foot.