Tingyun: It Feels So Good~ Your Hands, Benefactor / Lin Shuang: I'm Not Doing Anything Illegal!

As long as they did not make too much of a commotion or do anything too outrageous, fiddling around under the table would not really draw anyone's attention.

Lin Shuang felt that while she had not given many massages, after working on both Acheron and Tingyun, she could be considered experienced.

This time, there was not even any ointment. There was no way she would cause that strange effect again!

Qingque was skeptical.

"Can you really do this?"

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go ask around at the Sky-Faring Commission. Even Tingyun said it was good."

Seeing that Lin Shuang did not appear to be faking it, Qingque blinked.

"Should I give it a try?"

"Then put them up here."

Lin Shuang shifted slightly and patted her thigh, signaling for Qingque to place her feet there.

"Th-then I'm really doing it."

Qingque's feet truly did hurt from all that walking. Usually, she was either telling fortunes or playing cards—when had she ever gotten this much exercise?

Thinking that she would have to work overtime at the Divination Department again tomorrow, she feared she would have to crawl to work if she did not get her feet massaged.

So, despite feeling a little shy, Qingque turned sideways, kicked off her short boots, lifted her legs, and placed her small feet on Lin Shuang's thighs.

Lin Shuang lowered her gaze. The calves exposed beneath her clothes were fair, soft, and delicate.

If Tingyun's legs possessed a somewhat athletic sort of beauty, Qingque's calves had more soft flesh from her long life as an office worker.

The white cotton socks wrapped around her small feet only made Qingque's legs look even fairer and more flawless.

Perhaps Lin Shuang's gaze was too direct.

The little feet resting on her thighs curled their toes restlessly, while Qingque's slightly bashful voice whispered by her ear.

"Don't stare so hard. It's kind of embarrassing."

"How can I start without taking a close look? What if I massage the wrong spot?"

Lin Shuang answered with a serious expression, leaving Qingque stunned.

That professional?

By then, Lin Shuang had already started.

Her fingers moved as though playing the piano, tapping Qingque's calves with a soft patter from her knees all the way down to her ankles.

A numb, ticklish warmth spread from the soles of Qingque's feet along with Lin Shuang's movements.

Qingque felt as if her sense of touch had suddenly become extraordinarily sensitive.

"Eep..."

The instant that embarrassing sound slipped from her mouth, Qingque's face flushed crimson. She hurriedly covered her mouth and looked at Lin Shuang in alarm.

Yet this was only the beginning. For Lin Shuang, she had not even completed the first set of movements.

Thus, completely missing Qingque's pleading gaze, her fingers roamed freely across those small, adorable feet.

The intense sensation made Qingque instinctively clamp her legs together and curl her toes. She wanted to struggle, but could not break free no matter what.

Her legs seemed to have lost all strength, leaving her completely at someone else's mercy.

"Mmh... ah..."

At last, unable to endure it any longer, Qingque let out a strange sound through her fingers—loud enough for others to hear.

The moment the sound escaped, Qingque completely lost it. With a thud, she slammed her head onto the table, covered her mouth tightly, and convulsed all over.

Even her jade-white shoulders had turned red.

Help! I'm going to die of embarrassment!

Tingyun: It Feels Wonderful, Doesn't It? Benefactor's Hands

Qingque's sultry cry ultimately drew a few stares.

"Look, that little couple over there is so good at this. One of them is even willing to rub the other's feet. You should learn from that!"

"The white-haired girl is so cute."

"Huh? Why does the one lying on the table look like someone from the Divination Department?"

The murmurs entering her ears made Qingque even less willing to lift her head.

"I'm not! I didn't! I don't know anything about the Divination Department—"

Qingque buried her face and screamed desperately in her heart.

She wanted to leap up immediately, loudly announce something, and deny being a diviner from the Divination Department, but her thin skin simply could not support such a shocking move.

It's over, it's over. If the Diviner finds out about this, I'm dead for sure!

Qingque nearly exhausted all her strength just to barely make her still-twitching legs move a little.

She only dared to use her feet to push and pull against Lin Shuang's thighs a few times, urging her to stop already.

Stop massaging, stop massaging! If you keep going, I'll have to flee Luofu on a starskiff!

Yet Lin Shuang, engrossed in the massage, did not notice Qingque's movements at all.

Realizing that she really would have to flee Luofu if this continued, Qingque gritted her teeth, clenched her hand into a fist, and blindly swung it a few times in Lin Shuang's direction.

Those tiny fists, more like a coquettish complaint than anything else, landed on Lin Shuang's shoulder, finally making her realize what was happening.

She looked up.

Qingque had already collapsed on the table, her chest heaving violently, her hair disheveled. She looked as though she had just gone through some intense exercise.

"Uh..."

Seeing Qingque like this, how could Lin Shuang not realize that her technique had claimed another victim?

This left Lin Shuang doubting herself as well.

That could not be right.

She had clearly been very restrained. She had used only the most basic technique, and there had been no ointment to assist her.

Why did such a simple kneading produce such an exaggerated reaction??

That was not scientific.

Could it be that the skill given by that damned system had hidden effects that were not listed in the description?

While Lin Shuang fell silent, Qingque was so embarrassed that she wanted to vanish on the spot.

Did this person even have any proper skills? What exactly had she learned?

Lin Shuang watched Qingque bury her head in the table and secretly peek over with one eye exposed. Her eyes were watery and aggrieved.

She looked utterly pitiful.

Just as Lin Shuang sat there silently, intending to take a sip of tea to calm down, a fox tail suddenly extended from the side and lightly smacked Lin Shuang's arm.

Then Tingyun's voice sounded beside her ear, carrying a hint of complaint and a hint of delight.

"My, my, who might this be? This young lady thought that since Benefactor had not come to speak with me these past few days, you must have been busy with something important. Who would have thought you were here listening to opera with such a lovely little sister?"

"Pfft..."

Tingyun's tone was part resentful, part delighted, and mixed with a trace of jealousy. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Lin Shuang had done something to Tingyun.

Not to mention that as soon as those words came out, the surrounding crowd's tone immediately changed.

"Good grief, she already has such a beautiful Foxfolk girl accompanying her, and she still came out to flirt with other girls?"

"I thought the white-haired girl was so cute. Who knew she was actually... tsk tsk, morals really have gone downhill."

"Drama! Drama!"

The two quickly set down their teacups, and Lin Shuang turned to look at Tingyun, who was holding a folding fan and smiling at her.

Her expression suddenly changed. Before Tingyun could sense anything wrong, Lin Shuang grabbed her fragrant, soft little hand.

"Miss Tingyun is the one being unfair. You clearly said I could visit anytime, but whenever I went to the Sky-Faring Commission, I could never find you. I was only drowning my sorrows in drink and invited a friend to have a few cups. Yet after finally seeing you once, all I received was a rebuke."

Tingyun had been caught completely off guard and had not expected Lin Shuang to have this side to her.

But Lin Shuang merely wanted to strike back a little. Once people became familiar with each other, their true nature naturally emerged.

Acheron was cold by nature, so teasing her like this would only make things awkward.

But Tingyun was thoughtful, so exchanging a few playful jabs was naturally no issue.

However, seeing the smile in Lin Shuang's eyes, Tingyun snapped her folding fan shut, deliberately puffed out her cheeks, drooped her brows, and put on a sorrowful expression.

She lightly tapped Lin Shuang's forehead with the fan, then sat down beside her without another word.

Her fluffy, soft tail patted Lin Shuang's calf again and again, as if complaining, yet also as if teasing her.

"Benefactor truly has a wicked heart. Every time we meet, you make this young lady show such an embarrassing side of herself, and yet you still make yourself sound so innocent."

While the two were speaking.

Qingque had already turned her head back around. Her cheek was still pressed to the tabletop, and her hands covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were spread wide open, as though she feared she might miss something.

Those big eyes flicked between Lin Shuang and Tingyun, full of gossip and curiosity.

Lin Shuang had not noticed yet, but Tingyun had already spotted those eyes. She immediately teased her.

"So it was little Qingque watching the opera with Benefactor. You did not go to the card parlor today, yet you have the leisure to let Benefactor massage your feet here."

Before Qingque could reply, Lin Shuang had already turned around and seen Qingque's twisted posture.

Not only was she lying sideways with her head on the table, but her little feet were still dangling over Lin Shuang's knees. Her entire body was turned to the side, as though she were reclining in the chair.

Seeing this, Lin Shuang reached out and tugged at Qingque's skirt, saying helplessly, "Good thing this place is against the wall. Otherwise, people would have seen everything."

"Hey, just talk. Why are you touching me?"

Qingque's little face reddened. She raised a hand and slapped away Lin Shuang's mischievous hand, then immediately withdrew her feet and sat properly again.

Only then did she look at Miss Tingyun.

"It was actually an assignment from the Diviner. She asked me to show Lin Shuang around, though I did not expect Miss Tingyun to know Lin Shuang too."

"I heard Lord Diviner say earlier that this was at Lady Yukong's request, so I thought Lin Shuang was an acquaintance of Lady Yukong's."

The moment Tingyun recognized Qingque, she understood what was going on.

Still smiling, she picked up the teapot and filled Lin Shuang's cup before answering, "It is a long story. If not for Benefactor, this young lady would likely have perished in some nameless corner."

"Oh—so that's how it is. Oh ho~"

As though she had just heard some juicy gossip, Qingque wore a delighted, nosy grin.

"Then Miss Tingyun is now...?"

"I only recently returned to the Xianzhou and have been busy for many days. Today, I finally had some free time, so I thought I would come listen to opera. Later, I intended to ask Benefactor to massage my shoulders, but I did not expect to run into you here."

"Oh, oh... wait, no, hold on... Miss Tingyun, when you said massage your shoulders, you didn't mean having Lin Shuang do it, did you?"

Qingque nodded, about to say yes, but suddenly realized something. Her eyes instantly widened as she looked at Tingyun.

"Of course I mean having Benefactor massage them. Ever since Benefactor played with my tail, this young lady has been completely conquered. No one but Benefactor will do now~ Didn't little Qingque just experience it herself? It feels wonderful, doesn't it? Benefactor's hands."

Lin Shuang: I Don't Do Illegal or Taboo Things

Tingyun's words left Qingque completely dumbfounded.

Was that really a topic they could discuss in public?

She had once only thought Miss Tingyun was beautiful and played cards beautifully. Why did the way she spoke seem a little frightening now?

As if she had seen through Qingque's thoughts.

Tingyun instead pushed things further, sliding her chair closer and wrapping her arms around Lin Shuang's arm, while the tail behind her curled around Lin Shuang's waist.