Looking at the scars on Zhang Fei-ran's feet, Su Rui shook his head. "You have to be glad you don't wear high-heeled shoes, otherwise you can't hold on to half the journey."

"You really have a unique view of the problem." Zhang Feiran sat down on the road in disregard of his image, took off his sandals carefully, accidentally met the wound that had been worn out, and breathed in the air in pain.

"I'm tired." Zhang Feiran rubbed his legs and it seemed that he could not walk in a short time.

Su Rui tried not to concentrate on Zhang Feiran's leg, but said, "Give you ten minutes'rest time...