I love your smooth ankles

He fell in love with me because on the day we first met, I wore a pair of beautiful shoes, and he saw my beautiful feet.
1. Marrying the man named Li Ming.
Our first meeting was at a teahouse. Heh, to be honest, it was a disguised blind date. Aunt Zhen was very talkative. "Tongtong, um, come have afternoon tea with me." So, braving the already scorching early summer sun, I walked for nearly 15 minutes and saw Aunt Zhen at the teahouse. A man was sitting next to her; he was quite handsome and neatly dressed. Aunt Zhen explained that it was the son of one of her colleagues, and she had just happened to run into him. I smiled, took a sip of tea, and said cooperatively, "Oh, what a coincidence." The man looked up at me, and we both smiled knowingly. Ten minutes later, Aunt Zhen raised her wrist and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I've arranged to go shopping with an old colleague, I have to go now, you two can continue chatting." I was speechless; another lame excuse. I looked helplessly at the man, who was also looking at me, and we both smiled knowingly again. A man and a woman who were initially strangers suddenly felt a sense of kinship. Our conversation became exceptionally harmonious, and when we parted, there was even a touch of reluctance. He seemed to feel the same way, and proactively asked for my phone number.
It was a pleasant blind date. I practically hummed a song all the way home. I didn't call a taxi, and in my slippers and short skirt, it took me a full 40 minutes to get home. I hadn't felt this joy in a long time. As a result, my feet ached intermittently that evening, so I had to soak them in warm water. While rubbing my ankles, my hand touched the delicate platinum chain, and I suddenly remembered that the man named Li Ming had repeatedly looked at my ankles. I wondered if it was this chain that had caught his attention.
And so, I began dating Li Ming, and we quickly reached the point of discussing marriage. We were both getting on in years, and marriage was something everyone expected. My parents and his parents traveled all the way from the county town to personally choose an apartment for us. Then, we had a dozen tables at a hotel, and that's how we got married.
On our wedding night, Li Ming prepared a basin of water for me to wash my feet. He held my feet in his arms, caressing them repeatedly with an expression of pure delight. I felt incredibly happy, yet also a little embarrassed, so I pulled my feet away slightly. He nimbly grabbed them, laughing, "Darling, I'll wash your feet for the rest of my life, okay?" He exclaimed, "Look at your feet, how beautiful they are!" I smiled. Perhaps love makes one foolish; every part of one's lover seems beautiful.
Once in bed, Li Ming gently removed the chains from my feet, followed by another exclamation of surprise. I felt a little uneasy; he was acting strangely. After a long period of caressing, his warm lips touched the soles of my feet. I felt a tickle and couldn't help but giggle. Encouraged, he finally leaned over and embraced me.
It was an unforgettable night. He was passionate and vigorous, like a warrior.
2. Lovemaking Begins with the Feet
Married life quickly returned to normalcy. To be honest, I was a fortunate woman. Li Ming took care of almost all the housework, didn't smoke or drink, and disliked socializing, so he always stayed home at night. Only after I begged him so much did he reluctantly go shopping with me. He whispered in my ear, "Tongtong, I think it's too noisy outside. I like staying home with you." He said this often during the first six months of our marriage, but gradually, as the passion faded, I heard it less often.
But intimacy remained frequent. Li Ming was very obsessed with my body; to be precise, I think he was obsessed with my feet. He kept his promise, preparing water for me to wash my feet every night and washing them himself. His expression was focused, his gaze intense, followed by long kisses and caresses. At first, I felt incredibly sweet and happy. But gradually, something felt off; it seemed he loved my feet, not my vibrant body. His passion always started at my ankles.
One night, as usual, he washed my feet. I knew that intimacy awaited me. I suddenly felt annoyed, hating the whole process that started with my feet. So, I only briefly soaked my feet in the basin before taking it upon myself to lift them up, casually grab a towel from the chair, quickly dry them, and put on slippers. He was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. For a moment, he stood there blankly in front of me, his hands still wet. After a short while, he recovered, calmly wiping his hands and saying indifferently, "Oh, I was just looking up some information online." I stared at this man in disbelief. Just moments ago, his eyes had been filled with desire, but in that instant, his passion had vanished to zero! He actually went into the study and turned on the computer. This was our first cold war since our marriage. I felt utterly baffled. I woke up in the middle of the night, reached out, and found him sleeping beside me. I felt a surge of joy and couldn't help but reach out to stroke him. He was startled awake, but instead of the surprise I expected, he pushed me away with obvious disgust, muttering, "I'm so sleepy, go back to sleep." I felt like I'd been doused with cold water; my enthusiasm vanished instantly. What was wrong with my husband? Did sex without the involvement of my feet hold no appeal for him?
For several days, he didn't wash my feet. I was too embarrassed to ask, so I deliberately fetched water, soaked my feet, and didn't take them out for a long time. But he ignored me, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in his hands. One evening, unable to bear the stifling atmosphere at home any longer, I went shopping alone. Out of spite, I bought several dresses and the latest style of sandals.
When I walked home in my sandals, Li Ming's eyes lit up. He eagerly came forward, took the things from my hands, and whispered in my ear, "Darling, shall I wash your feet?" I understood what he meant, and my face flushed red.
That night, we embraced intimately again. Of course, this was on the condition that he caressed my feet. In the middle of the night, I couldn't fall asleep, so I woke him up and said very seriously, "Honey, can we talk?" He rubbed his eyes and immediately understood what I meant. He turned his face away, and after a long while, he slowly said, "I know, it's my own fault..."
3. The Adolescent Stirrings of a 15-Year-Old
When Li Ming was 15, a girl came to visit. It was summer vacation, and his parents were at work during the day, leaving only Li Ming and the girl at home. The two young boys quickly developed feelings for each other.
One afternoon, it was very hot, and the two sat in the living room watching TV. Even with the air conditioning on, it was still hot, so Li Ming took off his clothes, went shirtless, and lay down on the sofa. For a moment, he almost fell asleep. But suddenly he woke up with a start and found the girl sitting in the wicker chair opposite him, her bare feet brazenly placed on the sofa. From Li Ming's angle, those legs were beautiful, long, and extremely alluring. A sudden, inexplicable irritation welled up in Li Ming's heart, making his mouth dry. He wanted to turn his face away, but his gaze involuntarily followed the girl's feet upwards, finally settling on the tight chest of her small tank top. As if possessed, Li Ming's hands reached out. The girl, lost in a sweet dream, was startled awake. Seeing Li Ming's bloodshot eyes, she was terrified. Li Ming pounced on her, tearing off her clothes without a word. She struggled fiercely. The two wrestled on the floor. In the heat of the moment, the girl freed her hand and slapped Li Ming hard across the face! The resounding slap brought Li Ming to his senses. He stopped struggling, staring blankly at the girl. The girl was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Pervert!" and burst into tears.
The girl left Li Ming's house the next day. Li Ming's parents repeatedly questioned her about the reason, but the girl remained silent. After she left, his parents interrogated Li Ming thoroughly. Li Ming was terrified and uneasy, and dared not reveal the truth.
The incident passed by uneventfully. However, Li Ming often had nightmares, dreaming that the young woman sadly called him a pervert. He felt deeply guilty. How could he have done such a thing? But whenever he thought of the young woman's feet resting on the table, he couldn't help but feel excited… In the blink of an eye, Li Ming went to university, graduated, and started working. Before meeting me, he had a girlfriend who discovered his strange fetish for feet. She was shocked and called him a pervert, then broke up with him. The reason he fell in love with me was entirely because on the first day we met, I was wearing beautiful shoes, and he saw my beautiful feet.
He looked at me pleadingly, "Darling, please forgive me, I'll change." He hugged me, tears streaming down his face. My mind was a mess. What kind of illness does Li Ming have? Can he be cured? If he can't, how long can I endure this? Should I leave him? But Li Ming, aside from this, is truly a good husband, how can I bear to leave him...? I don't know, what should I do?

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