Inside a private booth at the cafe, Qi Ji's broad and thick palm gently stroked Yuanen Yehui's thigh, which was wrapped in black silk stockings.
The lighting in the cafe was turned down to its dimmest setting, leaving only a warm yellow wall lamp in the corner to emit an ambiguous halo, casting their intertwined figures onto the wall and pulling them into a blurred silhouette.
Every single stroke made Yuanen Yehui unable to help getting goosebumps, and that numbness that darted all the way from the surface of her skin to her spine made her instinctively want to pull back her legs, yet the muscles on the inner thighs twitched lightly out of control, as if catering to his palm.
However, the moment she thought of the Federation currency she had earned recently, she couldn't help smiling, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly while her dark red pupils were filled with the satisfaction of "this money is really easy to make".
"H-how is it?" Yuanen Yehui asked apprehensively, her voice a fraction lighter than usual and the tail end of it carrying a trace of unperceived trembling.
She lowered her head, looking at Qi Ji's hand moving leisurely across her leg, her heartbeat so fast it felt as though it was about to burst out of her chest.
"Hmm... How should I put it? I can only say you truly live up to being Miss Yehui."
Qi Ji's fingers slid along the curve of the outer side of her thigh down to her knee and then folded back, his fingertips gently rubbing the surface of the stockings to feel the warm skin texture beneath that thin layer of fabric.
"Your thighs are very strong, and while they're full of fleshy texture, the shape is also great, especially