Ji Qingzhou touched her head and finally told her not to move in a low and hoarse voice.

Wan Ge stopped moving obediently in an instant, but there was a little more smile of success on her face.

Ji Qingzhou was so angry that he opened his mouth and bit her face, but he didn't use much force.

"Don't bite me, it will be ugly if it breaks." Wan Ge knew that the other party would not really hurt her, but was just joking with him. As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, Ji Qingzhou let go in the next second and reached out to touch her face, as if he was really afraid that he would accidentally break it.

Wan Ge finally closed her eyes quietly, leaned in his arms and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

Ji Qingzhou's fingertips fell on the ends of her hair and gently closed his eyes. In her, Ji Qingzhou found a sense of security that he had never felt before.

Since Ji Qingzhou could remember, his mother had passed away. Although his father was very good to him, his father was a serious person.

No one has ever mentioned his mother, perhaps because no one dared to mention his father's sad story.

Ji Qingzhou never knew why he liked women's feet so much, and it was always easy for him to look away.

However, women of this era generally do not let people see this easily, and Ji Qingzhou has very few opportunities to accidentally glance at it.

Ji Qingzhou did not know that the only time he had physical contact with his mother after he was born was when his little hands waved to grab something and touched his mother's feet.

Ji Qingzhou's mother was originally a martial artist. She was born in a martial arts family. Women like her did not have the habit of binding their feet, and they also had a pair of beautiful feet.

Ji Qingzhou always felt that his mental state was problematic. He knew clearly that he should not do that, but he could not help it.

He knew very well that it was not the behavior of a gentleman, so he had always been extremely conflicted. Until Wan Ge appeared.

The other party's initiative made him have no resistance at all. And she took the initiative first, so Ji Qingzhou would not think he was so perverted.

When Wan Ge woke up in the morning, Ji Qingzhou was not in the room. She looked at everything in front of her, this extremely unfamiliar place, and was thinking about what she should do next when there was a knock on the door.

When Wan Ge opened the door, she saw a young woman standing at the door. The woman was dressed like a maid, holding a basin filled with clean warm water.

"Miss, you are awake. I am here to wash you. You can call me A Liu. During your stay at Qingliu Villa, I will serve you." A Liuwan had a faint smile on her face, and she looked very well-behaved, if you didn't notice the fleeting pride in her eyes.

"Miss A Liu, come in quickly." Wan Ge also pretended to know nothing and welcomed the girl in front of her into her room.

While helping Wan Ge wash, Ah Liu's eyes fell on Wan Ge's feet, and then he said: "Miss, you are a martial artist, I don't think you have bound feet."

Wan Ge's feet do look small, but they are much bigger than those of women with bound feet.

Wan Ge's eyes also fell on Ah Liu's feet: "Miss Ah Liu doesn't have bound feet either?"

Wan Ge sighed softly and then said slowly: "Young ladies who can bind their feet are basically ladies from wealthy families. How can ordinary and poor people like me learn from them?"

Ordinary women who need to work usually don't bind their feet, unless their families are hoping that they can marry into a rich family.

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