Chapter 148

For some reason, the feet in those little leather shoes, paired with slightly sheer white socks, somehow appeared clean and soft.

Damn it, could it be that I'm not actually attracted to any particular type at all?

Is it just... lust?!

Han Fei fell into deep self-doubt.

Although Lemuen didn't know exactly what he was thinking, his almost tangible gaze said it all.

The undisguised admiration, even a hint of lust, in his eyes didn't offend her in the slightest; on the contrary, she was secretly delighted—this outfit was the right choice.

She had come with meticulous preparation; it would be truly disappointing if Han Fei were to act like a block of wood and show no reaction.

"So here I am, that's why!"

Her voice was light and cheerful, a faint smile playing on her lips, a mischievous yet gentle light shimmering in her eyes. "If you really had something going on with that 'Sarkaz' lady, I'd probably be on my way back to Laterano by now, not here."

"So?"

Han Fei was still a little confused. He scratched his head and asked, puzzled, "Sister An, what exactly are you here for tonight?"

"So--"

Lemuen deliberately dragged out her words, leaning forward slightly as if sharing a sweet secret, "Tonight, I'll let you, this little boss with no experience, really 'broaden your horizons'."

Her voice was low and persuasive. "So that next time you won't be easily bewitched by some unknown woman and end up completely disoriented."

Before she finished speaking, she gently wiggled her toes—and the little black leather shoe, which was only loosely hooked, slipped off her foot and fell to the floor with a soft "thud."

In an instant, a jade-like foot, meticulously wrapped in delicate white stockings, was revealed to Han Fei without any concealment. The stockings were made of extremely thin material, faintly revealing the warm and delicate color of the skin beneath, outlining the slender and graceful shape of the foot.

Her ankles were delicate, and the arch of her foot curved into an elegant and gentle line. At the slightly taut toe of her sock, a few plump and rounded toes could be seen arranged obediently.

She seemed to unconsciously move her toes slightly, causing the thin layer of white silk to ripple with a subtle sheen. Every curve seemed meticulously sculpted, silently exuding a pure yet alluring sweetness under the light.

Han Fei's Adam's apple bobbed. "So this is...?"

"Special Teaching~"

She held up her index finger to her lips and waved it, her stockinged heel lightly brushing against the carpet. "Let some naive little kid see what real..."

Before she could finish speaking, her other shoe slipped off silently. Her legs, which were pressed together, tightened slightly, and her pale pink nails, faintly visible beneath the sheer white stockings, resembled flower petals fallen on snow.

"Hiss..."

Han Fei gasped, thinking to himself that the white silk shoes actually looked pretty good.

Wait, what does it have to do with little leather shoes?

This is the MVP of the "white stockings" round; the little leather shoes guy is just an easy winner.

Is it pretty?

Lemuen seemed quite pleased with Han Fei's reaction, the smile on her lips widening even further, "Next time you get bewitched by a strange woman, you won't see these things, but my resignation letter, will you?"

"Cough."

Han Fei coughed lightly, then looked at Lemuen with a serious expression, as if he was about to say something very important.

Lemuen had originally planned to continue "educating" him, but upon seeing his expression, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Her pink lips pursed unconsciously, and a hint of nervousness appeared in her eyes.

Is he going to confess his feelings? Should I say yes or...?

At this moment, Lemuen, who had thought she had the situation under control, found her heart starting to flutter.

Then, Han Fei solemnly proclaimed in a loud voice, "Lemuen is the best in the world!"

"Huh?"

Lemuen was taken aback at first, blinking in confusion, then burst out laughing, "What? Saying something like that? I thought..."

Really?

Han Fei said earnestly, "I've always been Sister An's loyal follower!"

"Yeah?"

Lemuen raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with her fingers, then said softly, "Well, I want to ask you, what about Texas?"

She stared intently at Han Fei, seemingly very concerned about the answer to this question.

This was almost a death sentence, but Han Fei's mind was racing. He instinctively said, "Texas and Lemuen are tied for first place in the world."

"What? There are also parallels?"

Lemuen a little disappointed, but it wasn't too bad, since Han Fei already had a close relationship with Texas before she met Han Fei.

"But I'm very happy."

Lemuen lifted her left foot, swayed it slightly, and said softly, "Although it's a tie, I'm quite satisfied with your answer, so this is a reward."

Han Fei's gaze was naturally drawn to that small foot, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Wow! Ice cream as a reward this late at night? That's pretty good, Arknights!

So, Han Fei subconsciously squatted down, about to move closer, when he heard Lemuen's deliberately lowered voice again:

"No, don't get too close. Although they've been washed, those shoes are new and might still smell of leather."

Volume 1: Chapter 182 The Smell of Leather

Han Fei didn't really understand this preference.

As a man whose Windows XP system didn't even have a "leather shoes" option, he certainly wasn't into that. He secretly wondered: perhaps those with a particular fondness for it would be captivated by the unique leather smell?

But now that everyone is here, and the atmosphere has been built up...

Then... let's taste it to see if it's salty enough?

He leaned closer, and a complex and subtle aura slowly enveloped him, entering his nostrils.

The main scent was Lemuen's unique, sweet fragrance, carrying the moisture from her bath, mixed with the smooth aroma of her shower gel. Against this warm backdrop, a faint, distinctly different scent wafted in—the smell of leather.

These little leather shoes are clearly made with high-quality materials and craftsmanship. The leather doesn't smell pungent, nor does it have the gluey or chemical smell often found in inferior products. Instead, it has a deeper, more primal tanned aroma, slightly dry and warm, like leather goods warmed by the autumn sun. It's subtle yet distinct, and it blends strangely with the warmth of her skin and the fragrance, creating a unique and intimate atmosphere.

Feeling Han Fei's warm breath gently brush against the skin on the instep, Lemuen felt as if she had been touched by a current, her toes instinctively curling up as she softly scolded, "I told you not to get so close."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, then she hesitated, almost whispering, "Wouldn't that be...?"

Before she could finish speaking, her shifty eyes and slightly pursed lips betrayed her cautious worry—she was afraid the smell would make him uncomfortable.

Han Fei simply raised his head, his expression calm and gentle, and looked directly into her eyes, saying, "No, it's mainly the fragrance on you, Sister An. As for anything else..."

He paused briefly, as if savoring the scent, "Hmm, it's a very clean leather smell, not pungent or unpleasant."

He concluded confidently, "Actually, it's quite unique; it doesn't smell bad at all."

"That's good."

Lemuen finally let out a soft breath, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

Girls generally care about their image and don't want to show any trace of what might be considered "indecent" in front of others—especially him.

Moreover, there was an unspoken affection between her and Han Fei.

They are far from being in a state of complete familiarity and relaxation, like an "old married couple."

That's why she was even more unwilling to let him "see"—no, "smell"—any less-than-ideal moments of hers.

But Han Fei genuinely didn't mind.

Moreover, after her careful grooming, it was difficult to leave any unsightly traces.

During the conversation, Lemuen cautiously extended her foot again.

The toes, encased in stockings, traced a cautious arc in the air, the movement gentle and hesitant, like a fledgling rabbit leaving its burrow for the first time, timidly peeking out of the hole, curiously and warily observing the outside world.

However, the next second, her ankle was gently held by Han Fei's warm hand.

"Gotcha." Han Fei chuckled.

"Oops..."

She gasped softly, like a startled little animal.

Lemuen's originally porcelain-like skin was instantly tinged with a faint blush.

She instinctively tried to struggle slightly, but the effort was so weak it was almost symbolic, and she immediately softened as if she had given up resisting.

But the fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of secret joy in her eyes ultimately betrayed her true feelings.

I prepared all of this carefully, hoping he would like it.

Fortunately, he seemed to really like it.

Han Fei gently stroked the thin layer of white silk with his fingers. The smooth texture of the stockings spread between his fingers, and the girl's tender skin beneath them was also conveyed to Han Fei's palm through the thin stockings.

White stockings actually look pretty good!

Immediately, a new idea popped into Han Fei's mind.

Ice cream delivered right to my door, why not try it and see if it's salty enough?

So he bent down.

"Huh?!"

Lemuen was already paying attention to Han Fei's every move. Seeing him with his head down, she immediately realized what was happening and quickly called out, "Wait, wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Fei had already taken a bite.

Lemuen was genuinely startled. She quickly pulled her foot back, placed it on a chair, and hugged her knees, scolding, "You scared me to death!"

Han Fei coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, I couldn't help it."

With this ice cream in hand, can anyone really resist trying it?

This is the one I was able to resist trying.

Anyway, Han Fei really couldn't hold back.

He plays Arknights, so how can you expect him to have any self-control when it comes to ice cream?

Lemuen didn't dare look at Han Fei anymore; her face was flushed red, and she said softly, "Then, I'll go back now."

"Wait a minute."

Han Fei instinctively tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "It's still early, are you going back so soon?"

"But..."

Lemuen bit her lower lip.

"Shh, Sister An."

Han Fei reached out and pressed his hand against Lemuen's lips, whispering, "Sister An will be tolerant of me, right? So, can I be willful just this once tonight?"

"You..."

Seeing Han Fei's expectant look, Lemuen had a thousand words to say, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say them.

Finally, she turned her head away.

This is a silent signal, and also a tacit agreement.

So Han Fei bent down and picked up the white, tender ice cream.

For a moment, the room fell silent. No one spoke, only the faint sound of water quietly filling the room.

As time went on, Lemuen's face grew increasingly red, and even the tips of her small ears were tinged with a faint pink.

Much later.

The sound of water stopped.

Han Fei straightened up, wiped his mouth, and subconsciously said, "Not bad."

Lemuen kept her head tilted to the side, her long pink hair cascading down, obscuring her face, and said softly, "Now I really have to go back, okay?"

"Um."

Han Fei responded, then added, "Don't rush."

"Um?"

Lemuen then turned her head slightly and glanced at Han Fei, somewhat puzzled, wondering what trick this guy was up to this time.

Han Fei, naturally, wasn't in the mood for anything else. He found some tissues, knelt down again in front of Lemuen, wiped her clean, tidied up the mess, and gently put on one of Lemuen's little leather shoes, whispering, "Wait for me."