Absolutely Not a Foot Fetishist

"Let's congratulate hle on winning this best-of-five series!"

The commentator's slightly regretful voice came from the phone, plunging countless fans watching the game into a strange frenzy.

"After losing to South Korea, we lost to Europe and America, then to provincial teams, and before that, we even lost to Vietnam..."

Hua Xin looked at the screen full of "That's right, that's right" with a slight sigh, then exited the live stream. With a complicated feeling, she turned over and murmured softly, "That's amazing."

Hua Xin was already very tired from training with Xia Yan this afternoon and wanted to take a good nap, but Hua Xin still forced herself to cheer up and support her favorite team. As a result, she played a tense and exciting game of Delta Force with Xia Yan, but was quickly wiped out by the rats who were camping in the evacuation area.

The "starting a game" part naturally refers to starting a game.

In the end, watching the match was a nightmare, and even if I wanted to Red Temperature, there was no reason to Red Temperature anymore. To see such a historic match in just one week is truly unprecedented!

I feel so empty...

Hua Xin stared blankly at the ceiling, lying on the bed in a starfish position.

I'm a little hungry.

Of course, this could be due to the energy consumed by strenuous exercise, and it's definitely not because watching the game made him hungry.

Although she really wanted Xia Yan to cook the meal and deliver it directly to her room, and even feed her, she thought about it carefully and realized it seemed a bit too much. What if Xia Yan poisoned her food?

"Well..."

"A complete and utter defeat, just one win, just one win..."

Hua Xin sighed, then lifted her blanket to reveal her black Xia Ji shorts that reached above her knees, and got out of bed with a somewhat dejected expression.

It seems she's already eaten all the food I made for dinner, so if she wants to eat something now, she can only eat the most familiar dishes.

Given TES and her brother's perfect performance tonight, she plans to eat a bag of white elephant coriander noodles.

After opening the door, the living room light was not on. It was only possible to see clearly with the help of the bedroom light. It was past nine o'clock, so the sun outside had already set. The curtains drawn in front of the window were the floral cat pattern curtains that Xia Yan and I had bought together at the mall. They were very cute.

Her room was right across from Xia Yan's room. The door was tightly closed, and no light or sound came out. Hua Xin wasn't wearing slippers. Although Xia Yan had told her many times that she would catch a cold if she did, this habit she had developed in the Little Black in the past was really hard to break in a short time.

Her small, fair feet made no sound as they stepped on the cool floor, much like the silent walking technique in a game. She tiptoed closer to Xia Yan's room.

Hua Xin gently pressed her ear against Xia Yan's door, listening curiously to the sounds coming from inside Xia Yan's room.

If a boy of this age isn't playing games or watching videos coming from his room, then there's only one other possibility: he's fast asleep.

The absence of external speakers demonstrates their vigilance, and there's also no sound of gaming. They've already finished their workout in the afternoon, so there are no loud noises coming from the room...

Could it be that after she helped Xia Yan release his pent-up emotions with her hand, he suddenly awakened to a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time and suddenly fell into depravity?

Hua Xin's eyes narrowed, sensing that something was very wrong.

But there was no other sound in the room, not even the sound of skin touching skin... Could it be that they've already fallen asleep?

After thinking about it, she still decided not to knock on the door.

Xia Yan was under a lot of pressure during this period. After all, they were both working hard to earn money to make their vacation plans and try to leave behind a memory without regrets.

Hua Xin had always been frugal, gradually realized after living with Xia Yan that expenses and expenditures could not be simply saved up.

Perhaps because she had always been troubled by how to fill her stomach in her previous life, after traveling with Xia Yan, she also wanted to see the scenery that she had always envied others for seeing.

It wasn't some brainwashing slogan like "Life is a wilderness, go now if you want to" that made her think this way, but rather because Xia Yan was by her side.

She wanted to have many wonderful memories with Xia Yan, and to take many photos of them together in various places, so that even when she was old, she could happily point to the photos in the album and talk about that unforgettable memory.

And...

Let's find an opportunity to properly "treat" him these next couple of days.

Hua Xin still believed that Xia Yan was tired after a long day, which was why he went to bed early.

Because she didn't believe that Xia Yan would be more comfortable doing it herself than if she did it herself.

Still tiptoeing past Xia Yan's door, Hua Xin seemed to have changed her mood from the disgust she felt during the match. Humming a little tune, she rummaged through the snack shelf looking for any leftover coriander noodles from last time.

She's not good at cooking, but she's very good at preparing all sorts of dishes.

Tomorrow is Sunday and I still have to work, so I need to rest early after dinner tonight, otherwise I'll be late again... Although Sister Li Xue won't deduct my salary if I'm late, I have to do my job properly since I'm being paid.

Are you hungry?

Hua Xin, who was boiling water to cook noodles, turned her head and saw Xia Yan rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning as he walked to the kitchen door.

It seems he really did fall asleep during his afternoon nap, rather than doing anything strange.

"Would you like some too? One pack each would be perfect."

Although she hadn't received a reply yet, Hua Xin cracked another egg into the pan.

Xia Yan walked forward, clinging to Hua Xin like a sloth, and draped his body over her. With his eyes closed, he said in a spoiled tone, "Give me two packs, I'm starving, Hua Xin -chan..."

"..."

"How am I supposed to get the noodles if you're leaning on me? I only took two packs." Hua Xin gently touched Xia Yan, who was hanging around her neck, with her little head and said with some disdain.

Because of the height difference, the way Xia Yan bent over and leaned against her was particularly funny.

As if by magic, Xia Yan placed the coriander noodles he had just casually grabbed onto the table and said mysteriously, "Actually, I can use prophecy."

"Oh?" Hua Xin raised an eyebrow. The slight, uncontrollable tickling sensation on her neck from Xia Yan's breath made her shrug her shoulders as if asking him a question.

"Then predict the winning numbers for the next Double Color Ball lottery draw."

"Ideally, we could win five million, then neither of us would have to work."

Hua Xin was daydreaming again.

Fantasizing about winning five million in the lottery and then spending all day carefree playing games, watching anime, buying whatever he wants, and going wherever he wants—collecting figurines, itasha (decorated cars), and huge houses—and having a box of caviar for each of them! He also imagines spending his days with Xia Yan in the big house, trying out different ways and positions.

But this fantasy only lasted a short time. Afterwards, she silently watched the pot boiling because of too much noodles, and reached out to stir it back and forth with her chopsticks.

Well...

Why can't we let her win five million? I'm clearly a good person, and I'll still be a good person even if I have money, so why can't we give the money to her first?

"Hmm... let me think..." Xia Yan appeared to be deep in thought, seemingly performing some kind of "prophecy." He lifted himself from the girl's shoulder, leaned against her, closed his eyes, and after a moment's thought, slowly said:

Why not ask the Chun Qiu Annals?

"?"

Hearing the noise, Chun Qiu had already walked with cat-like steps towards the kitchen where the lights were on, but after hearing her own name, she wagged her tail in confusion.

What are those two chattering about? When will my cat treat arrive?

"..."

Hua Xin turned the heat down a little in the pot, then looked at the Chun Qiu car that had quietly moved to her feet.

"You might as well ask the Magic Conch. At least the Magic Conch is truly magical, while Chun Qiu is just a Hachimi," Hua Xin said with some disdain after moving Chun Qiu, who was lying on the ground, next to Xia Yan.

"We can let Chun Qiu draw lots, what if he wins?" Xia Yan said seriously, seemingly taking the idea seriously. Then, somewhat bored, he kicked Chun Qiu back to Hua Xin's feet.

But when he saw that the girl was still barefoot on the tiles without slippers, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he said in a sinister tone, "Hua Xin, who doesn't wear slippers, will be punished!"

Hua Xin's hands are always cold, even in summer her body temperature is not high, and she occasionally has abdominal pain, which is especially aggravated when she has her period. This is obviously due to her lack of attention to these small details in her daily life.

That's why Xia Yan wants to correct her habits such as eating ice cream and spicy food during her period, walking barefoot indoors without slippers, not drying her hair after showering, and taking a full day's worth of medication at once, etc.

"I'll definitely do it next time." Hua Xin casually lifted her little foot and rubbed it against Chun Qiu's body.

Chun Qiu remained silent, simply getting up and leaving the kitchen before returning to its little nest to quietly groom itself.

"Snap." The pot of noodles that was cooking was turned off. Then Hua Xin felt herself suddenly lifted into the air as if she were flying. Xia Yan half-carried her onto his shoulder and then smoothly tossed her onto the soft sofa.

Before she could reprimand Xia Yan for his nonsense, Xia Yan had already taken control of her legs and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"?"

A very bad feeling rose in my heart.

"Hahahahahahaha..." "Xia Yan, you hahahaha, let go!!..." An irresistible tickling sensation made Hua Xin burst into laughter, and she pounded on Xia Yan's hands wildly, trying to make him let go of her.

"Will you still wear slippers at home from now on?"

A rebellious streak emerged, and although tears welled in Hua Xin's eyes from laughing, she still stubbornly insisted, "I won't wear it!!"

Xia Yan continued his work with a smile on his face, followed by another burst of laughter from Hua Xin that she could hardly bear.

Tickling the soles of the feet is definitely one of the most powerful forms of torture in human history.

"Are you convinced?"

"I give up..."

Hua Xin lay on the sofa looking completely exhausted, then seemed to sense something was amiss, and asked Xia Yan with a suspicious look:

I said...

"You're not a foot fetishist, are you?"

"..."

"Absolutely not..."