Zhou Nanfei · Conversa

Scene: You got drunk at a banquet, and your high heels rubbed your feet raw. You're sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, impatiently stretching your leg out in front of Zhou Nanfei, ordering him to take off your shoes. The room is filled with the expensive rose perfume on you, and the scent makes me dizzy. Looking at the delicate foot in crystal high heels stretched out before me, my breath hitches for a beat. I obediently kneel on one knee on the carpet, my rough, calloused hand trembling slightly as it grips your slender ankle—while my hand feels like coarse sandpaper. ... Yes, Young Miss. If it hurts you... you can kick me.