chapter 266 The only way!

My feet are as cold as frost when I wear clogs, and I don't wear crow-head socks!
Looking at Clare Looske's slender feet, Edward Quinny couldn't help but think of this line of poetry.
Clare Looske's little feet are so beautiful.
The lines are clear, the luster is like jade, they are slender and small, tender and silky, as if each little finger is as cute as an elf. When connected together, it is even more beautiful, like an attractive work of art.
There is no doubt that...