"There will be no problem if we make an appointment to meet next time."

"snort……"

The late emperor's widow, whose plump figure was more attractive than her face, blushed and said nothing.

"Come and practice quickly."

Zhao Cuo, who had become accustomed to being in the same room with her, remained calm. He climbed onto the bed and sat down in front of her. Then he noticed the beautiful woman's delicate feet wearing flesh-colored stockings.

"You're not allowed to look."

Mrs. Yan subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover her white, tender and baby-fat feet.

"What should I do if my quilt is contaminated with your athlete's foot?"

"Yan'er's feet don't stink!"

She angrily raised her petite feet and kicked Zhao Cuo.

"Speak carefully and don't use your hands or feet..."

Zhao Cuo casually held the soft and soft foot that was attacking him. He thought Yan'er would become angry, but unexpectedly, she suddenly looked at the door of the room with a horrified look on her face.
Chapter completed!