Scarlett Flew off the Building!

Mike kneel on one knee, grabbed her little feet, and gently wiped it with his handkerchief...

Scarlett was well-proportioned. Her hands and feet looked small but were chubby and warm. Her feet felt like polished ivory.

Now, her snow-white, fleshy little foot was held in Mike's hand. His gentle touch slowly spread from the soles of her feet.

Scarlett was petrified.

What was he doing?

She secretly pinched herself. It was not a dream.

Looking out of the window, it was a sunny day.

The aliens did not attack the earth and the doomsday had not yet come. Why would Mike wipe her feet in such a posture?

In her heart, Mike had always been proud and arrogant. He would submit himself to nothing from heaven to earth!

But such a mighty man was willing to lower his head and wipe her foot that had just stepped on the floor.

She felt a little dizzy out of scare.

Before Scarlett could recover herself, Mike had wiped her feet clean and helped her put on shoes.

"You can't be barefoot again!"