C111 On the Way Back to Beijing

The sand had been dried by the wind. Only a thin layer of sand shining with golden light was plastered on her smooth and delicate feet. With a light pat, fine sand flew into the air and his feet were restored to their white and clean state.

You Meng said in disbelief: "Amazing, this is simply too amazing! Your feet are even cleaner than if you had washed them! "

I smiled