The carpet in the room was also covered with rose petals. The entire room seemed to be engulfed in a romantic red hue. Although she hadn't drunk any alcohol, there was a kind of intoxicating charm that made her feel dizzy.
Emily pushed him lightly, "I haven't changed my shoes yet..."
She was still wearing white shoes because they had gotten a little dirty after going out. The pure and beautiful petals made her feel like even stepping on them would be sacrilege.
She thought about squatting down to take off her shoes, but Mr. Satan was quicker.
He knelt down in front of her, pulling her to sit on his lap.
"I can do it myself..."
Mr. Satan didn't say anything, but the strength in his hands left no room for refusal. After she sat down on his lap, he leaned down to help her untie her shoe
