"It's not that serious! How did you get a nosebleed... Let wipe it for you..."
The startling splash of red under Chen Yuan's nose gave Jiangg Yao a fright. She quickly pulled her trench coat tighter and fumbled around the seat for a tissue to wipe him with.
"It's nothing! It's just been really dry lately," Chen Yuan said, quickly waving his hand and grabbing a tissue to wipe it himself. "I'm a little overheated, really!"
'So embarrassing...'
Chen Yuan had been eagerly awaiting his girlfriend's return, impatient to show off his increasingly mature side and give her a little shock, to prove he was constantly improving.
But not even ten minutes after they'd t, a single move from Jiangg Yao had sent all the blood rushing to his head.
He wasn't like this before. He even had the potential to be completely unflappable!
How had he regressed as he matured?
After wiping himself clean, Chen Yuan felt his mouth and throat grow even drier; he was incredibly thirsty.
He swallowed hard.
"We should hurry back. My throat's so dry it feels like it's going to catch fire."
"Okay, or we could buy a bottle of water on the way."
"No need. The fridge at ho is stuffed full of drinks. We still haven't finished the ones you bought at the supermarket last ti."
"That works too. Let's get the Little Young Master ho quickly~"
Jiangg Yao savored the word "ho," a sweet feeling blooming in her heart. She couldn't describe the sensation. Seeing Chen Yuan again after returning to Lanjing, she now felt happy doing anything, and all the agonizing waiting before had beco worthwhile.
Perhaps this was the magic of love.
Moreover, what made Jiangg Yao secretly smug was the feeling that she had already mastered her craft. She used to feel her charm was slightly inferior to her older sister's, but now that worry had completely vanished.
After seeing the Little Young Master's reaction, her confidence was now terrifying!
'What does it an to be gorgeous? What does it an to be a natural-born Succubus? What does it an to be irresistibly charming? What does it an to have a youthful face...' Er, never mind that. A girl shouldn't blurt out such indelicate terms.
She reveled in her self-satisfaction for a good while.
Only then did Jiangg Yao compose herself.
She secretly turned her head to study Chen Yuan, who was concentrating on driving. For so reason, from this angle, the Little Young Master's profile was a little handso...
His jawline seed a bit sharper than before.
As expected, for a teenage boy, growth was a daily-changing affair.
She'd also heard that at the Little Young Master's age, boys were full of youthful vigor and couldn't control themselves very well... Ahem, that had just been proven.
He really couldn't control himself.
'Since we haven't seen each other for over half a month, could he be bursting from holding it all in?'
'That's highly possible!'
'In that case, as his girlfriend, I instantly feel a glorious and sacred mission has been bestowed upon . If I, the main consort, don't step up now, what am I waiting for?'
'Wait for that wretched Ningning to take advantage of the situation, throw the court into chaos, and defy the main consort?'
'That is absolutely unacceptable.'
Jiangg Yao instantly puffed out her chest, a look of grim determination on her face.
The key was, ti waited for no one!
The Little Young Master was already being tornted by her charm. If she waited until Jiangg Ning got back, wouldn't all her efforts these past few days have been for soone else's benefit?
As her thoughts raced, Yaoyao secretly made up her mind.
'Later, I'm going to conquer the Little Young Master and show him the might of the main consort.'
...
"CLICK—"
Her light leather shoes tapped on the entryway floor. Jiangg Yao, holding the flowers, rushed to the kitchen without even taking off her shoes.
"Young Master, I rember you had so old tin cans in the kitchen you were throwing out. Where did you put them?"
"In the cabinet."
"Oh, found it, found it!"
Yaoyao rinsed the can clean, filled it halfway with water, unwrapped the bouquet, removed the decorative twigs and branches, and stuck the blooming flowers inside.
"Mhm!" she said, affirming her own work. "This way, they should last a couple of days. They look pretty nice."
Chen Yuan leaned against the kitchen's glass door, watching the gentle look on Jiangg Yao's face. At that mont, she had the air of a good wife and mother, and the warm atmosphere of being ho softened his heart even more.
Now, no matter how he looked at Jiangg Yao, he found her beautiful.
"Go on, put it on the balcony. I'm going to change my shoes."
"Okay."
Chen Yuan agreed, but after walking into the living room and placing the can of flowers on the coffee table, he stopped.
"Are you tired from the trip?"
"Not at all. The flight was only two hours," Jiangg Yao replied.
"Only two hours? You must be exhausted!"
"Huh?"
"How about I help you take off your shoes to show my sense of responsibility as a boyfriend!"
"Huh???"
It was rare for Jiangg Yao to see Chen Yuan being so forward. She had just half-taken off one shoe, her little foot hovering in mid-air, supported only by the ball of her foot.
She hesitated for a mont.
But Chen Yuan had already grabbed the slippers and pulled her over to the sofa.
"I knew it! Looks like you really do have a foot fetish!"
"That's not it at all. I'm just concerned about you as your boyfriend."
To put it bluntly, Chen Yuan's favorite thing was Yaoyao's delicate feet. During their ti apart, he had read so shaless comics and gained a deeper understanding of why guys liked feet.
He had searched for so information, and after seeing a doctor's explanation online, Chen Yuan had been amazed. 'Oh my god, that's literally .'
So, he decided not to deliberately avoid his fetish anymore.
Besides, he and Jiangg Yao had been dating for so long now; there was no need to be as shy as before.
Chen Yuan gripped Yaoyao's full, supple calf. In that single mont, both of their faces began to burn. Their fantasies were wild, but in reality, they were just a clumsy young couple just starting to get the hang of things.
"If you're going to take it off, just do it already..."
Even through the layer of fabric, Yaoyao could feel the warmth of his palm. She urged him on shyly.
"Okay..."
Chen Yuan slipped off the feather-light shoe. With a soft "TAP, TAP," both shoes landed on the floor.
Her tender little feet were wrapped in plush pantyhose. Cradling them in his hands made him realize just how tiny they were. Not only was there no odor of sweat, but there was even a faint, strange fragrance, like pine resin seeping from an ancient tree in a mystical forest.
"Don't just stare at them!" Jiangg Yao gave Chen Yuan a little push.
Undoubtedly, a person's micro-expressions are the best reflection of their ntal state.
No matter how bold her thoughts were, at this mont, Yaoyao instinctively curled her small feet and pressed them together nervously.
She was utterly bashful.
"Ahem—how about you take off the stockings too? We're ho anyway, it's so hot."
"But... these are pantyhose, not regular socks. You have to take them off from the waist!"
It was still winter outside, and girls would always find ways to look pretty. Thin pantyhose were an excellent choice, but they were a hassle to put on and a hassle to take off. Even without a skirt, you'd have to wear shorts under a trench coat.
"From where?"
"From the waist."
When Chen Yuan heard that, his heart instantly started to race.
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