My Heart Is Colder Than a Blade

"Do you have any private rooms?"

She asked a waiter.

"Hello, all the private rooms have been fully booked," the waiter replied respectfully.

"That's fine, we'll eat out here then."

Tang Yu was delighted to hear this; it was a good thing there were so many customers here today, as he would surely be safe now.

"That works too, let's eat out here."

Wang Yixue wasn't necessarily insistent on eating in a private room.

Seeing the look of joy on Tang Yu's face, she knew exactly what the guy was happy about.

He'd have plenty more to be happy about later!

After they were seated, the waiter replaced the candles with two new scented ones for them.

"Darling, what would you like to eat?"

Wang Yixue asked with a beaming smile as she held the menu.

"Whatever. I don't have much of an appetite eating with you, and stop calling me darling."

Tang Yu said coldly.

[Damn, this woman is really acting strange.]

[Aren't we here to talk business? What kind of business is this? I'm not selling my body.]

[Teacher Wang, don't be like this. We aren't a good match. You're a good person, you're just not right for me.]

"Oh, then let's get the couple's set meal."

Wang Yixue smiled and handed the menu to the waiter, then shook her foot until her high heel slipped off.

She used her foot, encased in black silk, to gently nudge Tang Yu's calf.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Yu immediately looked alert.

[Oh my god, friend, you can't just put that wherever you want.]

[This is a public place, watch your image, okay? Don't wipe your foot sweat on my leg.]

"My foot is itchy."

Wang Yixue laughed in annoyance.

Your feet are the ones with sweat! She took meticulous care of them every single day, alright?

"Then why are you rubbing it on me? It stinks."

Tang Yu said with a look of dissatisfaction, though his eyes secretly sized up Wang Yixue's foot.

[What a sin, how could you wear black silk?]

[I've been gutting fish at the supermarket for ten years; my heart is colder than a blade. Nothing can move my heart.]

[Except for black silk (ˉ﹃ˉ)]

"I'm just joking. Can't a girl be tired after walking in heels for so long? Come on, help me rub it."

Wang Yixue urged him with a giggle.

She wanted to see just how long this repressed man could hold out.

"In your dreams."

Tang Yu snorted, "Didn't you want to talk business? Hurry up and talk. I have to go back to work later."

"I'm too tired to talk right now. If someone helped me rub my feet, I wouldn't be tired anymore."

Wang Yixue simply acted shamelessly, resting her foot on Tang Yu's leg.

Her legs were long and fair, slender yet retaining a soft, fleshy texture—the kind that would make professional leg models jealous.

For women with unattractive legs, black silk is a fig leaf to hide their flaws.

For a woman like Wang Yixue, black silk... carried a certain flavor of allure.

[Damn, how can you do this? If you move your foot any closer, this won't be dinner anymore, will it?]

[No wonder this vixen wanted to pick a place like this to eat.]

[If I had known, I would have preferred a private room. If someone sees this, I'll die of embarrassment.]

"I can call a waiter over to help you rub it."

Tang Yu feigned annoyance as he grabbed her leg and moved it away.

The moment his hand touched Wang Yixue's leg, her body gave a slight shiver as if she had been electrocuted.

Because she flinched, Tang Yu's hand trembled as well.

"Why are you touching my foot? You're such a pervert."

Wang Yixue bit her lip, her face flushed with bashfulness.

"..."

Tang Yu had black lines running down his forehead; how did it end up looking like he was the one acting like a hooligan?

But then he had a change of thought.

[That's right, I've just been too passive.]

[I keep trying to dodge her, which is why she thinks I'm a pushover and wants to tease me!]

[As long as I take the initiative, can her skin really be as thick as mine?]

[I'm the most shameless guy in the village; I'd even stop to watch two dogs mating, so why would I be afraid of her?]

"Are you sure you want me to massage your legs?"

Tang Yu deliberately mimicked the Dragon King's evil, charming smile, though his execution was lacking.

Dragon King Ye Chen could precisely raise the corners of his mouth by ninety degrees, while he could manage thirty at best.

"Go ahead then."

Wang Yixue's face carried a hint of shyness, but she was already overjoyed inside.

Hmph, let's see how thick your skin really is today!

In any case, the lighting was dim, and small movements under the table were hard for others to notice.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and grabbed the woman's leg, kneading it gently a few times.

Even through the layer of silk stockings, his fingertips could still feel her supple, smooth skin.

[My god, her skin is really well-maintained.]

Wang Yixue's body trembled slightly from time to time, her face shy as she kept her head down, saying nothing.

Tang Yu was quite satisfied with her reaction.

He knew it; this woman was just all talk!

When it came to the real deal, how could she possibly be his match?

[Heh, know how to be shy now?]

[You wanted to tease me, this is your retribution.]

[Well, woman, you started this fire, you'll have to put it out yourself.]

However, after ten minutes passed, Tang Yu finally felt that something was a bit off.

Because Wang Yixue was still keeping her head down with a shy expression, not saying a single word.

[Damn it, why do you still have no reaction? Even rubbing two sticks together would have started a fire by now, alright?]

[Where is your sense of shame? Why are you still acting tough at a time like this?]

[Quick, drop your final bit of stubbornness and surrender to me right now, immediately.]

[Say it loud: I'm sorry, Brother Tang Yu.]

Tang Yu complained frantically in his heart; what the hell was this woman doing?

Did she not have a shred of shame?

Or was the intensity too low for her to handle?

Fortunately, at this moment, the waiter walked over carrying their dishes.

"Two guests, your couple's set meal has arrived."

She smiled as she placed the dishes on the table and then helped the two of them open a bottle of red wine.

"Alright, thank you, this is your tip."

Tang Yu was instantly moved to tears; he hurriedly put Wang Yixue's foot down, pulled out his wallet, and handed her a thick stack of cash.

If this went on any longer, he really wouldn't be able to hold out.

"Thank you, Young Master Tang."

The waiter took the stack of bills and thanked him repeatedly.

As expected of Young Master Tang, he really was handsome and generous!

Tang Yu stood up and looked at Wang Yixue, saying, "I'm going to wash my hands, you start eating."

"Okay."

Wang Yixue raised her head with a sly smile; she just wanted to slam the table and laugh out loud right now.

This guy had been massaging her for ages, muttering in his heart the whole time about why she hadn't admitted defeat yet.

Hilarious.

She was never going to lose.

Damn, I let my guard down. This woman is thick-skinned as hell.

Tang Yu saw her smile and knew he had been played, so he went off with a dark expression to wash his hands thoroughly.

By the time he returned, Wang Yixue had already poured him a glass of red wine and cut up his steak.

She acted just like a gentle, well-behaved, and attentive girlfriend, blinking at Tang Yu as she spoke.

"Eat up, eat up. You've worked hard today."

"Thanks."

Tang Yu responded coldly, though he was indeed feeling a bit hungry.

While they ate, Wang Yixue didn't continue to tease Tang Yu, instead focusing her attention on her food.

The atmosphere turned quiet.

A man looks best under the lamp, and a beauty looks best under the moon.

Amidst the flickering candlelight, Wang Yixue suddenly stopped what she was doing.