Chapter 47

　　Sage's fingers gradually descended, and instead pinched her heels from which she had been worn out. 　　Sally's heart beat faster, and the temperature of her body kept rising. 　　"Mr. Wilson..." She twitched; her voice was softer than a mosquito. 　　"Huh?" Sage responded, putting her feet on his knees. 　　The horror in Sally's heart was even heavier. 　　Doesn't he... feel dirty?! 　　"It’s dirty..." She curled her toes. 　　Sage heard the words and stared at her feet seriously for a long time—— 　　Maybe it's been so many years that she has not seen the sun in silk stockings and leather shoes. Her feet are a bit whiter than her arms. Moreover, after being bored in the shoes for so long, there is not only no smell, but also no sweat at all. 　　"What is dirty?" he asked her back. 　　He asked so seriously that he choked Sally. 　　She didn't know how to answer his question, so she could only stare at him. 　　Sage waited