Chapter 1216

Freya slipped off her shoes, revealing her feet and delicate ankles. Gently, she stepped on Ryan's backside, applying just the right amount of pressure. It felt so good that he was at a loss for words. Sneaking a glance at her, he couldn't resist any longer. He reached out, took hold of her ankle, and began to caress it. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, and she stifled a giggle until she couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. "It tickles! Can you stop touching me now?" she murmured. "You only have yourself to blame for having such a pair of beautiful ankles." His hand lingered, unwilling to let go. "They're like ham hocks. I could just take a bite." "Ham hocks?" She scowled. "What kind of comparison is that?" When he realized something was off with her expression, he hurriedly explained, "I'm not saying that your ankles are fat. I'm just saying that they look tasty. They look so great that I really want to kiss them." Freya covered her mouth and smiled. "I haven't