But that thing clung to her calf like a shadow, slowly sliding upward.
That was... a foot!
Yin Susu suddenly raised her head and looked at Lin Xuan across from her in horror.
Lin Xuan was holding a wine cup, calmly listening to Huang Rong speak, as though everything happening beneath the table had nothing to do with him.
Yet in those deep eyes flickered a teasing, wicked glint as he looked at her with a faint, ambiguous smile.
It was him!
It had to be him!
Yin Susu was utterly horrified.
That refined and courteous-looking Young Master Lin was actually... actually molesting her with his foot under the table?!
This was far too bold! Far too shameless!
Sister Rong was right beside them! How could he dare?!
Yin Susu wanted to shout at him, to overturn the table and expose his vile deeds.
But when the words reached her lips, she could not force them out.
Partly because of shame.
But more importantly, because of... pleasure.
That foot did not stop moving.
It traveled up Yin Susu's smooth calf, passed her knee, and slipped beneath her wide skirt.
The sole rubbed against the tender skin of her thigh, bringing an unusual sensation. Mixed with the heat building within her body, that sensation instantly ignited the desire she had suppressed for so long.
"Mm..."
Yin Susu trembled, nearly letting out a moan. She hurriedly bit her lip and gripped the edge of the table with both hands.
Lin Xuan's toes lightly scraped along the inside of her thigh, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, sometimes quick, sometimes slow.
That tantalizing touch, there and gone again, was even more torturous than a direct caress.
Yin Susu felt as though she was about to go mad.
She wanted to evade him, but there was