After running away with the ball, the boss came to visit me.

Chapter 57

　The logs were tied inside for a long time, but in the end they failed to connect with the straps of the shoes. Some of them always fell outside, and I was afraid of falling on the straps, so I had to go out with the shoes to seek help from professionals.

　　"I'll help you put it on."

　　Being stared at by the man's dark eyes, Yuan Mu was inexplicably nervous. He sat on the sofa obediently, with one foot held by the man's hand.

　　"It's so cold."

　　As the man spoke, Weiwei's hand tightened slightly, and faint red marks appeared on the young man's thin instep.

　　"No, do you want to wear shoes?" The white and round toes curled up.

　　The veins on the snow-white instep appeared with the young man's exertion, showing a bit of paleness and thinness.

　　"Yes." Leng Song picked up the shoes on the ground. The shoes were specially selected. The young man's thin insteps stretched into a nice arc and the man carefully put them in.

　　"Ok?"

　　The young man was sitting on the sofa. At some point, a small layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

　　The temperature coming from his ankle was getting higher and higher, and the man's hand holding his ankle was getting hotter and hotter. Yuan Mu felt in a daze that the skin on his ankle was about to be burned.

　　"Okay." Leng Song deftly tied the straps and put down one foot of the log.

　　He looked very calm, if you didn't look at the man's gradually reddening eyebrows and his increasingly hot palms.

　　Unintentionally and Leng Song glanced at each other, and Yuan Mu turned his head unbearably.

　　What flows in the man's black pupils is the man's sticky lust, and just one glance is enough to make people blush.

　　This was the first time that he had such a clear glimpse of a man's desire for him. His eyes were like those of a wild wolf that had been hungry for a long time in the desert, wanting to press him to the ground and eat him.

　　"Okay." Leng Song's voice was hoarse than before.

　　He stared at the less obvious handprint on the young man's ankle and took a deep breath.

　　"Get up and try, I'll hold you up."

　　The young man who was wearing high heels for the first time was not very skilled in walking and had to hesitate for a long time every step he took.

　　The young man grasped the arm of the person next to him. Due to his concentration, fine beads of sweat oozed from his palm, leaving a slippery mark on his tight-lined arm.

　　"Can you please stop wearing this?" Yuan Mu took two steps, and his ankles were rubbed red by the straps made of a somewhat hard material.

　　Looking pitiful.

　　"Okay, no more." Leng Song thought of the young man swaying just now, his slender waist trembling with his movements.

　　If I walked to the banquet, I don't know how many people would look at me.

　　Yuan Mu breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to take off his shoes.

　　"do not move."

　　Leng Song looked at the young man's skirt that was almost riding up, and put one hand around his waist to lift him up.