C683 Eatery

Long fingers reached out and took off her socks.

Gao Hsing cried out and snatched her socks from his hands.

Her white, tender feet were in the palm of his hand. He looked at her worn toes and fished in his pocket.

He took out a Band-Aid.

"Is that little Jingle's pocket?" Gao Hsing replied in a confused manner, "Can you produce a Bronze Gong Burn?"

Zhou Yao frowned and stuck a Band-Aid on her