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Mai Xiaomai glanced at his neatly trimmed, scrubbed white feet and knew that someone as fastidious as him couldn't possibly have athlete's foot. So, she moved to his feet and reached out to grab them.
As soon as she touched his feet, he jerked away as if electrocuted.
Mai Xiaomai blinked at him, her eyes querying what was wrong.
"Forget it, no need to massage my feet, wash your hands, and get ready for dinner," he said.
Mai Xiaomai nodded her head and stood up to wash her hands.
However, she was a bit confused as to why he would not let her touch his feet.
Could it be that the soles of his feet were particularly ticklish?
It seemed she had found his Achilles' heel.
With this thought, she couldn't help but smile at the mirror in the washroom.
"Young Master, Young Madam seems really quiet now," Aunt Zhang said uneasily to Qiao Chutian.
"Let's see how long she can hold out," replied Qiao Chutian.