Jiang Huai felt this was no simple multiple-choice question.
At this moment, Luo Yueguan stood with her arms crossed, her white and tender flesh being squeezed by her arms under the neckline of her dress. Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Huai, her gaze seeming both resentful and wronged.
Chu Xianning’s eyes, on the other hand, were cold and aloof.
Jiang Huai’s mind was filled with thoughts of whether he should knead them together. But in a flash, he suddenly realized that if he suggested kneading them together, he probably wouldn’t get to knead either. He was now in a dilemma, sitting there wanting to cry but unable to.
“How about… according to the order of arrival, Master first, please wait a moment?”
Jiang Huai thought this was the fairest and most just answer, but unfortunately, it wasn’t the correct answer for Chu Xianning. She merely glanced at Jiang Huai indifferently. She then lifted her white and tender little foot beside Jiang Huai’s bed. She wasn’t intending to kick Jiang Huai but brought the tip of her foot to his chin, lifting it slightly, forcing his gaze to be parallel to hers.
“So, you’re choosing her?”
“No… no, I… I didn’t… choose… this…” Jiang Huai began to stammer. This wasn’t about choosing anyone. He had only thought that since Luo Yueguan spoke first, then Luo Yueguan… that way he could avoid the problem of choosing who. But at this moment, Chu Xianning did not give him a chance to escape. Jiang Huai’s head was dizzy, and he stammered for a long time without being able to speak, until a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the snow-white and smooth surface of Chu Xianning’s foot.
Chu Xianning’s body suddenly became incredibly stiff, as if an electric current had passed through her, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly. Luo Yueguan beside them also froze. Only the thick-skinned Jiang Xiaohu looked at Chu Xianning with a wronged expression, “Master, wait a little while.”
Chu Xianning’s white and tender little foot retreated as if electrocuted. She turned her face away, a faint blush appearing on her snow-white cheeks. She said nothing, did nothing, only crossed her arms, her flushed cheeks like peach blossoms blooming more brilliantly with each passing day in spring.
Luo Yueguan raised her face from the side, looking at Jiang Huai, “I want a kiss too.”
“No.” Jiang Huai immediately shook his head like a rattle drum.
“Why?”
“It’s too embarrassing.”
“You, you can be embarrassed in front of Chu Xianning, but you refuse to be embarrassed for me?” Luo Yueguan crossed her arms, seeming ready to make a scene, but Jiang Huai had already grabbed her ankle and pulled her white and tender little foot onto his leg. He pressed down on her snow-white and tender sole, and Luo Yueguan trembled all over. The words she wanted to say were lost, and she instantly became obedient.
The room became quiet again. Luo Yueguan gently bit her lips, narrowed her eyes, her body becoming soft. Her white and tender little foot was held by Jiang Huai, who kept playing with it. Her shoulders trembled occasionally. After a while, Jiang Huai released her hand and blinked innocently at Luo Yueguan, “Alright, you should go to bed now.”
Luo Yueguan retracted her calf but refused to get up. “I’m not leaving. I want to watch you knead Chu Xianning’s feet.”
“You leave,” Chu Xianning suddenly said.
“I won’t leave, I won’t leave.”
Chu Xianning glared at her. Luo Yueguan was initially defiant, but perhaps because Chu Xianning’s cold eyes were too terrifying, Luo Yueguan gradually lost her confidence. She then grumbled in dissatisfaction, “It’s just kneading feet… it’s not like we’re doing anything shameful, why aren’t you letting me watch?”
Chu Xianning said nothing, just stared at her intently.
Jiang Huai didn’t speak up for Luo Yueguan either. Gradually, Luo Yueguan puffed out her cheeks, stood up, glared at Jiang Huai with a wronged expression, then gave Chu Xianning an annoyed look before leaving, heavily shutting the door separating them.
***
After Luo Yueguan left, when Jiang Huai shifted his gaze to Chu Xianning’s face, he discovered that Chu Xianning was also looking at him.
The pink blush on her cheeks had faded considerably. Her dark eyes were now fixed on him, unblinking. Just as Jiang Huai was about to say something, he suddenly felt at a loss for words, until Chu Xianning lifted a snow-white calf from under her skirt. However, she didn’t place it on his leg; instead, she stepped on his chest.
What did this mean?
Jiang Huai was just about to reach out to grab her ankle, but Chu Xianning coldly said, “Don’t move.”
Jiang Huai had no choice but to remain still, not understanding. He looked at Chu Xianning before him and heard her say, “I don’t want you to knead anymore.”
“Then, then you want a kiss?”
“No.” Chu Xianning shook her head, staring at him intently. The tip of her white and tender foot still gently rubbed against his chest. Jiang Huai felt an itch, and then his whole body felt itchy. He really wanted to grab her white and tender little feet and properly play with them, but Chu Xianning had issued a strict command not to move.
“This, this is my punishment?” Jiang Huai suddenly realized.
This was no different from placing a bottle of water in front of someone who was dying of thirst but not allowing them to drink a single drop, only to watch.
“Yes.” Chu Xianning lifted her other calf, and the tip of her white and tender foot also touched his chest, like a kitten kneading, rubbing against Jiang Huai’s chest. Her skirt hem slipped slightly due to her posture, revealing the snow-white and lustrous skin of her thighs. Jiang Huai’s head began to feel dizzy.
He could only watch these two porcelain white and tender little feet rub against his chest and neck, yet he could only remain motionless. Gradually, the itching intensified. Just as he was about to feign madness, Chu Xianning used her toe to lift his chin.
“You must be obedient when you are being punished. Don’t pretend to be foolish,” she said.
This was too much of a bullying!
Jiang Huai’s head grew increasingly dizzy, even starting to ache. After a while longer, Chu Xianning finally retracted her calves and placed them on a chair. She gently hugged her knees, her body slightly curled, her chin resting on her delicate knees, her eyes fixed on Jiang Huai before her, seemingly with something to say.
Jiang Huai waited for her to speak, but in the end, she said nothing.
Finally, Chu Xianning brushed past the topic. She looked at Jiang Huai with a cold indifference, “You’re still staring.”
“I just want to touch it, just once.”
“No.” Chu Xianning tilted her head slightly. “Go touch Luo Yueguan.”
“No, no, I want to touch Master’s.”
“No.” Chu Xianning shook her head.
Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning with a wronged expression, gazing at her eyebrows and eyes, and whispered, “Then I’ll go?”
Instantly, Chu Xianning’s eyes turned as cold as the winter solstice, making Jiang Huai tremble all over. He shrank his head, “I was just saying…”
Chu Xianning ultimately couldn’t hold back. Her white and tender little foot was raised again, giving Jiang Huai a light kick, “You insatiable little dog.”
Jiang Huai was instantly utterly humiliated, wishing he could lie on the bed and toss and turn. He realized he had already fallen into the vortex of desire and couldn’t escape.
But Chu Xianning was still sitting here, not leaving, which meant there was still a chance.
Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning with a wronged expression and whispered, “Master…”
“Hmm?”
“It’s so itchy, let me touch it.”
“No.” Chu Xianning shook her head and snorted, “You are very annoying.”
“How am I annoying again?”
“Greedy and despicable, fickle, sneaky.”
Jiang Huai could only sheepishly grab the quilt and wrap himself in it, leaving only his head peeking out. He looked at Chu Xianning before him and for a moment, couldn’t think of anything to refute.
If it weren’t for his ambiguous relationship with Luo Yueguan, Chu Xianning’s favorability might have already reached a level where she could ask for a kiss every other day.
“I was wrong.” Jiang Huai lowered his head in dejection.
“You’re not wrong.” Chu Xianning shook her head. “Your business with her is none of my concern. You can do whatever you want; I won’t manage you.”
Jiang Huai had no way to refute, so he could only nod obediently. Chu Xianning, who was curled up on the chair, finally put her calves down. She stood up, came before Jiang Huai, and tapped his head, saying, “I’m going back to sleep.”
There were no more foot touches, nor kisses. Jiang Huai rubbed his head, which had just been tapped, and looked at Chu Xianning’s indifferent eyes. Although he was itching madly in his heart, he could only nod obediently and say, “Okay… Master, sleep early.”
Chu Xianning turned around, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door for Jiang Huai. After closing the door, Jiang Huai couldn’t help but lie on the bed and roll back and forth, unable to get any satisfaction.
The more he couldn’t get it, the more he craved it. Jiang Huai felt terribly itchy all over. The thought of Chu Xianning’s white and tender little feet rubbing against his chest, her resentful and cold gaze, made him unable to sleep. He was leaving tomorrow, and wouldn’t see Chu Xianning for almost a month, yet before parting, he couldn’t even get a kiss.
Jiang Huai lay on the bed, wrestling with himself for a whole shichen, and finally got up from the bed.
His steps were extremely light as he tiptoed out of the room. The courtyard was bathed in moonlight. He arrived at Chu Xianning’s door and cautiously reached out to push it open. The door was not locked. As he gently pushed it open, he saw Chu Xianning on the bed, seemingly fast asleep.
He had struggled and agonized on the bed for an entire shichen, but seeing Chu Xianning sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt reluctant to disturb her. So, his footsteps stopped. He gazed at Chu Xianning from afar for a while, and just as he was about to leave, Chu Xianning opened her eyes.
“You still came,” Chu Xianning sighed softly.
Jiang Huai was slightly taken aback. “Master guessed I would come again?”
“That’s why I say you’re an insatiable little dog.”
Chu Xianning sat up in bed, her cold eyes looking at him languidly. Jiang Huai cautiously closed the door, walked to Chu Xianning’s bedside, and whispered, “Thinking about leaving tomorrow and not seeing Master for a long time… so I couldn’t sleep.”
“So what do you want?” Chu Xianning crossed her arms, looking at him indifferently.
“I want a kiss!”
Chu Xianning’s eyelashes slightly raised. “Did you kiss Luo Yueguan today? Tell me the truth.”
Jiang Huai stammered for three to four seconds before lowering his head and answering dejectedly, “I did.”
He knew for sure that there would be no kiss from Chu Xianning today.
Chu Xianning by the bedside lifted her little leg, her eyes looking at him coldly. “Then today, you only deserve to kiss my foot.”
Jiang Huai froze for a moment. He gently grabbed Chu Xianning’s ankle, looking at her cold eyes. She had a look of disdain on her face, a hint of contempt, making Jiang Huai blush with shame and wish he could burrow into a hole.
When shame reaches its limit, one becomes shameless.
Chu Xianning’s delicate pink and snow-white toes curled slightly. The snow-white and smooth sole was almost transparent, the veins like patterns on exquisite porcelain.
He really wanted to kiss all her toes wet.
Chu Xianning’s eyes were full of disdain, and she said indifferently, “I’m just letting you kiss it, who allowed you to lick it?”
“I’ll lick, I’ll lick.”
“Good dog.” Chu Xianning crossed her arms, using low curses to hide her inner guilt and unease.
