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Chapter 49 Old Deng, My Mom Isn't Home

Xia Fan looked at the wooden clogs in front of him and fell silent.

The wooden clogs looked quite exquisite, and they were worn by the black-stockinged feet of a cool and aloof beauty.

If they encountered a foot fetishist, they would probably pick it up and suck on it intensely.

However, who is Xia Fan?

He was a gentleman, not a foot fetishist, and these wooden clogs were really useless to him.

After a brief hesitation, he stepped forward, picked up the wooden clogs from the ground, and walked towards the old residential area.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop not far away, Thor's jade-like feet, wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings, stepped onto the cold floor.

She simply took off both wooden clogs, and now, standing under the moonlight, her stunningly beautiful face, paired with her elegant blue and white dress, perfectly accentuated her alluring figure.

Beneath her elegant attire, there was an excess of more than two pounds of fat, which swayed gently with her movements.

The moment Xia Fan picked up the wooden clogs, she took out her phone, snapped a picture, and then, with her black silk stockings and jade-like feet lightly tiptoeing, she quickly transformed into lightning and disappeared.

At this moment, Xia Fan returned to the old residential area.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw several old men gathered around the willow tree, chatting and boasting.

"Hey? Old Man Xia, you're back so late today?"

An old man looked completely surprised.

Xia Fan tucked his wooden clogs behind his back and said with a smile, "Well, I've been held up a bit today. You guys chat first."

Without lingering any longer, he said this.

She's even wearing a girl's wooden clogs!

If this is discovered... these old men will probably have to avoid him from now on, and all sorts of rumors will spread.

"Have you heard? That old man Xia, who's really shameless, stole some women's wooden clogs from somewhere and is sucking on them like crazy at home!"

"I've heard about it too, but I don't know where he stole it from. It's so despicable, doing this kind of thing at his age, it's disgusting!"

Thinking of those sounds gave Xia Fan a headache. He quickly hid the wooden clogs and walked briskly into the stairwell, where he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, not many people saw it, otherwise it would have been a real problem.

Thinking this, he walked up the stairs, his gaze falling on the exquisite wooden clogs.

Recalling that aloof girl, he couldn't help but frown, feeling very strange.

The other party seemed to be looking for someone, and would appear at the entrance of his shop every day to wait for them.

Powerful, absolutely powerful.

Xia Fan had never seen such a powerful martial artist in his life, but he didn't know what the other party was looking for.

Moreover, just because he glanced at his legs, the other person left him the wooden clogs, and it seemed like he had no choice but to pick them up.

Overall, it's all rather inexplicable.

However, it must be admitted that the aloof girl in the semi-transparent black stockings was indeed very beautiful; her stunning appearance was unforgettable.

Especially those black stockings that partially revealed her knees, and that figure—anyone who saw them would be tempted to take a second look.

If she encountered one of those lecherous old men, they would probably knock her unconscious, strip her naked, hang her up, and whip her with a small rattan cane.

Then, watching her aloof and arrogant demeanor gradually degenerate, she eventually ended up only able to squeal like a pig.

Of course, Xia Fan was referring to the old man with a penchant for lewdness.

It's truly rare to find an elderly man like him, so upright and knowledgeable.

As he thought this, he held the wooden clogs and examined them carefully, hoping to find a recognition function on them.

Unfortunately, no matter how he looked at it, nothing changed.

Ugh.

It seems that not all women's shoes can be successfully identified. It's quite impressive that it was able to identify so many good items on Chen Xiaoxue.

As he was thinking this, he had unknowingly arrived at his front door.

However, the moment he held the wooden clogs and looked up at his door, the expression on his face gradually stiffened.

Chen Xiaoxue was sitting on the steps in front of his house, at some point.

The white short dress hugged her delicate figure, and beneath the hem, her straight, fair legs looked incredibly alluring.

Under the dim light, Chen Xiaoxue raised her head and looked coolly at the wooden clogs Xia Fan was holding.

In that instant, the atmosphere froze.

Xia Fan's movements were stiff, and Chen Xiaoxue didn't say anything either, just staring at the wooden clogs.

Xia Fan was the first to come to his senses. He coughed twice and said, "Ahem, I'm planning to sell wooden clogs recently, so buying one makes perfect sense, right?"

At this point, his expression turned serious.

However, Chen Xiaoxue simply looked up and asked, "How long did she wear it when you bought it?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Fan's eyes widened immediately: "I already told you, this was bought, it's never been worn!"

"Old Deng, when you're making excuses, make them better. Who would sell you a single wooden clog?" Chen Xiaoxue slowly stood up and looked at Xia Fan.

Silence fell once again.

That seems to make some sense.

What kind person would sell only one wooden clog?

After thinking about it, Xia Fan said, "Actually, a girl held a knife to my neck and forced me to give it to her. She said she would kill me if I didn't take it."

Actually, he wasn't lying.

That's pretty much the story of what happened.

Ultimately, after careful consideration, he decided to take the wooden clog with him.

Chen Xiaoxue glanced at Xia Fan and said sarcastically, "Old Deng, I never expected you to be so repressed. You probably never even held a girl's hand when you were young, right?"

Xia Fan: "?"

Without saying a word, he took out his phone, opened his chat with Chen Xiaoxue, and started frantically taking screenshots.

"Old Deng, what are you doing?" Chen Xiaoxue asked, puzzled.

However, Xia Fan did not speak. After taking the screenshot, he opened Aunt Chen's contact information.

The rebellious girl panicked instantly. She immediately reached out to grab Xia Fan's phone, but Xia Fan was quick and immediately raised his hand.

Because of her height, Chen Xiaoxue desperately tiptoed, and her jade-like feet, encased in white socks, left her slippers, revealing the perfect arch of her feet.

However, she couldn't reach it at all.

"What should I say?" Xia Fan asked loudly, holding up his phone.

This girl needs to apologize.

That's so rude.

Don't you know that girls who like to mock others are often turned into firearms?

Chen Xiaoxue's beautiful eyes immediately darted away, and she mumbled, "I...I don't want to..."

"Fine, you're going to be stubborn. I'll send all the messages to your mom." With that, Xia Fan opened his contact list, ready to send more messages.

"Dad, stop playing..."

Chen Xiaoxue blushed slightly and looked away.

Xia Fan: "..."

hiss.

This girl is absolutely unbeatable when it comes to seducing men, especially considering her somewhat naive appearance as she says these words.

The lion that had been dormant within Xia Fan for many years was about to awaken.

In all this time, he had never seen such a captivating girl; Chen Xiaoxue in front of him was definitely one.

Especially with her slightly flushed face and the way she looked away, it's no wonder she became the school beauty.

Such a rebellious girl would be loved by anyone.

Inside the hallway, the motion-activated lights were turned off.

In the dim light, no one spoke, and time seemed to stand still until a few seconds later.

Chen Xiaoxue, seemingly unable to suppress her emotions any longer, rushed into Xia Fan's arms, hugging him tightly. Her smooth, soft red lips parted slightly: "Dad, Mom isn't home... she won't be back until tomorrow night..."

The soft voice made one's body go weak, and Xia Fan was no exception.