Gulp.
Another one.
Maybe the sound of swallowing was a little too loud.
So much so that the young girl lying on her stomach on the pillow, feet kicked up as she planned to enjoy Ye Qingxian's "maid" service, couldn't help turning back with her lovely willow-leaf brows furrowed. "Do you have a slipper stuck in your throat? Why do you keep swallowing by yourself?"
"It's nothing."
"I'm nervous."
"My right arm... is nervous."
When had Ye Qingxian ever dared hope for treatment like this?
When had Junior Sister's pure, flawless immortal body ever given anyone the chance to touch it?
As for whether she was a lowly maid, whether she was acting as a humble servant—
Ye Qingxian had not thought about it even once.
What a joke!
Junior Sister was letting her knead her shoulders—if that wasn't a reward, then what was?
"Hurry up!" I urged again. "Stop spacing out!"
Ye Qingxian slowly sat down by the bed and extended her hands.
Her touch was exceedingly, exceedingly gentle.
The moment she touched her—
That slightly thin shoulder had indeed stirred all sorts of amorous thoughts at first.
But as her fingertips applied the faintest pressure—
All distracting thoughts were washed away, gradually leaving behind nothing but an indescribable ache in her heart.
Junior Sister was too thin.
Far, far thinner than she had imagined.
Ye Qingxian's brain, usually full of nonsense, was gradually left with only complicated feelings.
Her gaze drifted slightly lower, to that slender waist beneath the skirt that could be encircled with one hand.
"Junior Sister."
"How much do you weigh now?"
Ye Qingxian suddenly asked, heart aching.
I had already closed my eyes in comfort.
Completely immersed in the pleasure of the massage.
Hearing that, I slightly opened my red eyes. The confusion in