946. A bit salty

Lu Ban woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling.

A sense of pressure on his face; he caught a glimpse of a bare foot stepping on his face.

The sole of the foot was pale, small, and soft, and for some reason, it felt oddly familiar, as though he had been stepped on quite a few times before.

Lu Ban couldn't resist tasting it.

"Ew, gross!"

A voice came from above, and the foot was lifted away.

Lu Ban managed to look up and saw a slender ankle, a fair little calf, slightly fleshy thighs, and what was beneath the hem of the skirt.

Pfft—

Lu Ban was stepped on the face again.

"What are you looking at?"

He was rebuked.

If it had been some psychologically abnormal person with a special fetish, at this moment, they surely would have clamored with pleas like "move aside and let me do it" or "scold me some more" to get involved.

But Lu Ban was a person with normal thoughts, healthy psychology, and extremely high sanity.

He just felt it was a bit salty.

Soon, the foot moved away anyway.