Ye Qingxian had already been gone for a while, yet my emotions still hadn't immediately calmed down.
She really had soothed me.
It was just...
This—this way of comforting someone, why was it so unconventional?
Who started by pulling me close for a while, let our feelings finally begin to warm up, then dragged me into listening to a whole heap of reasoning, and in the end left me here alone to digest my emotions and keep an empty bed all by myself?
I sat dangling at the edge of the bed, looking at my feet.
Yet Ye Qingxian's expression surfaced in my mind.
Unconsciously, I tilted my head.
So—
Did Senior Sister have a foot fetish or not?
Perhaps... I could tempt her accordingly?
I more or less understood what Ye Qingxian had said.
To sum it up.
As long as I didn't make her lose control, other kinds of temptation were all permitted, right?
Not to mention my uniquely exceptional comprehension skills.
I rather wanted to see Senior Sister lose control.
The reason was simple.
I'd known Senior Sister for so long already, yet we'd never had any interaction beyond kissing.
Even close female friends with good relationships bathed together.
Yet Senior Sister and I had nothing at all...
How could I not grumble about it?
I'd also thought about more intimate interactions—for example, wearing an Immortal Skirt that Senior Sister liked, and showing it to her alone.
Senior Sister would probably like a gauzy dress that was a little more revealing, wouldn't she?
Then my little face flushed slightly.
Ye Xiaoyao, what are you even saying?
Why had you suddenly become so lewd?
This wasn't like me at all.
If Senior Sister heard what I was thinking, who knew how she'd mock me for being a shameless