Late at night, in a room, Leng Yulai stood barefoot. Her slender, fair little foot came down without hesitation, its slightly cool, ice-cream-like softness pressing against Lin Nuo's cheek.
"Ano, do you want to explain why you and my sister worked together to fool me about what happened when I was little?"
No emotion could be heard in her tone. Her foot did not grind down viciously, merely pressing lightly, her soft sole resting against one side of the young man's face. That showed she was not truly angry.
Instead, this made it seem more like... flirting.
Lin Nuo passively enjoyed it... ah, no, the pressure of that little foot brought a faint chill.
He had now discovered something rather interesting. Whether it was the young Leng Yulai or the Leng Yulai before him now, no matter how she breathed on him, nothing really changed. It still carried that indescribable, ambiguous feeling.
"Speak. Don't act like a pervert, or do you believe I'll smack your face with high heels next time?"
"That won't be necessary."
Lin Nuo rejected that option and even offered his own opinion. "I really can't get into high heels. Black stockings with jade feet, or white stockings with jade feet—that's more perfect."
"So you're ordering from a menu now, are you?"
Leng Yulai applied more force this time. Her little foot kicked Lin Nuo squarely in the cheek, sending him straight off the bed.
Lin Nuo was kicked from the bed, but it did not hurt in the slightest. He rose helplessly, dusted himself off, then stepped forward and began massaging her. "Sister Yulai, you're the best."
She rolled her eyes helplessly at his little antics, but did not continue pressing the matter, instead enjoying their peaceful time together.
When she was young, she had wondered