Chapter 296: Not a Foot Fetish
“I’ll help you wash?”
When Chen An heard those words, he was a bit stunned.
Although helping a fragrant, soft girl wash her feet was something that was no big deal, especially for someone close to him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was strange.
The key point was that Chen An didn’t think of himself as someone with a foot fetish!
He felt that things were drifting in a peculiar direction—one that was accelerating without pause.
Beside the bed, Mu Sanniang heard his skepticism and nodded, replying with a soft “mm.”
She blinked her eyes and looked over at him.
Those light blue eyes were clear, pure, and devoid of impure thoughts.
“What’s wrong? Is my little brother unwilling?”
After she asked, she lowered her head, her voice growing softer, “Alright, I won’t force you…”
Though she said so, the sense of loss was evident.
The little boy stood at the doorway for a moment, cleared his throat lightly, and walked over to the bed.
He crouched down, moving gently and slowly.
Mu Sanniang’s little feet were fair and delicate, with her ten lovely toes slightly curled inward, creating a gentle ripple in the water.
The moment he held the girl’s ankle, he could feel her body tremble slightly at his warm touch.
Her beautiful, glistening toes also reacted, stirring restlessly.
“Don’t make trouble.”
Chen An said softly, prompting the girl to suppress her embarrassment and remain still.
The room fell into silence, with only the sound of the water flowing.
Mu Sanniang kept her head lowered, her eyes fixated on the little boy crouching down.
In the flickering candlelight, he had an earnest expression on his small face, washing her feet with great care.
After a bit of time, once he had cleaned all the dirt, the whiteness of his hands stood out more.
He paused, looking for several seconds before picking up a rag beside him and starting to dry the girl’s small feet.
Suddenly, a soft voice drifted down from above.
Mu Sanniang looked at him and quietly asked, “Little brother, do you like it?”
Chen An was taken aback, not quite understanding what she meant.
“What do you like?”
He lifted his head, only to be surprised to find that he had missed how the girl’s fair neck had turned completely pink at some point.
Perhaps it was the heat getting to her.
Meeting her curious gaze, Mu Sanniang bit her lip.
Her fair toes wiggled in Chen An’s hands as her rosy cheeks glowed, and she insisted, “I like this…”
At first, Chen An was stunned, then his face turned bright red, and he gently placed her feet down.
He averted his eyes while murmuring to himself, “What’s going on here…” It was certainly not a foot fetish, among other things.
Mu Sanniang remained still, sitting by the bed.
She watched the boy’s reactions quietly; his face usually wore no expression, but between those picturesque brows and eyes, one could always detect a hint of amusement.
It was quite bright.
It illuminated the small room, making it feel warm.
Then, the girl’s little legs started to swing lightly.
The skin on her calves was delicate and smooth; despite having been through hardships, nature left very few traces on them.
When Chen An caught a glimpse, he couldn’t help but find it hard to look away.
In the next moment, he saw the girl jump off the bed, her bare feet stepping onto the rag, and then she reached out to hug him.
Mu Sanniang didn’t give him a chance to speak, using a bit of strength to lift him into her embrace.
Chen An blinked in astonishment.
“Wait…”
But the girl’s movements were much quicker than his voice. She also blew out the candle burning nearby.
The room fell into pitch blackness.
When all the light was extinguished, their hearing seemed to amplify infinitely.
On the bed, the two were tightly embraced—oh, no, it should be Mu Sanniang holding him tightly.
The girl’s gentle breathing intermingled with the warm air, brushing against Chen An’s face.
His heart started to race alongside her.
The moonlight, as clear as water, flooded the room with brightness, sprinkling across the bed.
Just as he was about to speak, the girl beat him to it.
Tonight, Mu Sanniang seemed particularly proactive.
Her tone carried an authority that brooked no argument.
“Don’t make trouble.”
Chen An sighed in exasperation, “Clearly, it’s you who’s making trouble…”
In the darkness, Mu Sanniang pressed herself against the boy, their eyes locking. There was no trace of shyness in her gaze, only a slight hint of mistiness.
She buried her head in her brother’s neck, inhaling deeply.
His scent filled her nostrils, bringing her a great sense of satisfaction.
For Mu Sanniang, the moment she pulled the boy up from the heavy snow and declared their bond, she had already chosen to give everything without reservation.
She regarded Chen An as her only emotional support and the last hope amid the snowstorm.
So, when she felt the boy’s small struggles, she frowned slightly.
She said, “Little brother, don’t be silly.”
“But I can’t sleep like this…”
“And besides, it’s not decent for me to sleep in the same bed as my older sister…”
The thin fabric of his clothes could not block the heat generated by their close contact, causing beads of sweat to quickly form on Chen An’s forehead.
It was his first time experiencing the meaning of being delicate and weak.
In Mu Sanniang’s tight embrace, he couldn’t struggle at all.
Her response came quickly, sounding so assertive.
“What’s wrong with sleeping in the same bed as family?”
She continued, “Before, we shared a hug to sleep in the wild; what’s the problem with hugging each other in bed now?”
After she spoke, noticing Chen An still wanting to argue, she lightly swatted his backside as a warning.
“You’re not allowed to contradict what your sister says; you’re being particularly naughty today!”
“A naughty brother is going to get his backside spanked!”
Hearing this, Chen An’s eyelids twitched.
His fists clenched.
But under pressure, he had no choice but to shut his eyes and pretend to sleep.
Fortunately, the girl stopped her further antics and quietly continued to hold him.
Time passed, and just as Chen An was drifting off to sleep, he heard the girl’s voice again.
“Little brother, don’t be angry…”
Her tone lacked the prior authority and instead sounded vulnerable.
Chen An was momentarily taken aback before shaking his head.
“I’m not angry.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
After receiving a positive response, the girl’s eyes sparkled with delight.
She asked again, “Can we now? It’s already the next day.”
“What next day?”
This time, Mu Sanniang answered through action.
It was a warm but firm kiss.
She had clearly been thinking about this, but held back because of the agreement made with Chen An earlier.
Recently, flu had been rampant, and for those in the group, they probably knew she also contracted it. With a sore throat and a headache that felt like it would split her head, she just returned home after over three hours of IV fluids.
There’s one more chapter, though she wasn’t sure if she’d make it, but she’d catch up nonetheless.
Everyone remember to sleep early and take care of yourselves!
(End of this chapter)
