Yao Shi sighed, pressed down the hem of her skirt, sat beside Wu Liang, and spoke softly.
She had already heard about what had happened to Young Master Wu Liang on the road today. She had never expected anyone to dare lay a hand on the Wu family's young master.
Although Young Master Wu Liang had dealt with all those people by himself, that did not mean Yao Shi could forgive those thugs.
It was time to make those thugs understand exactly what kind of important figure they had provoked.
"It's fine. It was just school life, not as complicated as you think."
Wu Liang caught the scent of lotus drifting from Yao Shi. The perfume was faint and light.
It would have been difficult to notice its fragrance unless one was standing very close to her.
This delicate floral fragrance was not as alluring as other perfumes, but it gave people a sense of comfort.
Breathing in that scent, Wu Liang relaxed all over and even felt like taking a short nap.
"Young Master, are you sleepy?"
Yao Shi turned toward him. Ripples flowed through her water-blue eyes as her pale pink lips parted and closed.
Several tiny white teeth showed, and her fragrant breath brushed against Wu Liang's face.
It smelled like mint? Yet it also seemed a little like strawberries, cool and sweet at the same time.
"If you don't mind..."
Yao Shi fell silent for a moment, brought her legs together, and lightly patted her thighs twice with her small hands.
She grabbed the lower edge of her skirt and tugged it slightly, making her tight skirt cover her full, rounded thighs.
A flicker of hesitation passed through her icy eyes. It looked like shyness, and perhaps anticipation, but it quickly returned to coldness.
Yao Shi looked at Wu Liang, who was right beside her, and reached out to place her small hand on his shoulder.
"Ah... this... no... don't tell me you want me to..."
Wu Liang froze. He was not an idiot; he knew very well what Yao Shi wanted him to do.
A legendary lap pillow? Could something this good really fall into Wu Liang's lap?
Wu Liang swallowed heavily and slowly shifted his gaze to Yao Shi's black-stocking-clad thighs.
Her soft, fleshy thighs showed a hint of snowy whiteness beneath the black stockings. Their perfect shape was round and springy. Nice!
"Can I?"
Wu Liang bit his tongue to sober himself up and asked Yao Shi somewhat haltingly.
A lap pillow could be said to be the highest privilege every man wanted to enjoy.
"Of course. I am your maid, after all."
Yao Shi raised her elegant neck and closed her eyes, looking as though she were leaving herself to his choosing.
There was not a trace of extra expression on her cold, lovely face, but her tightly tensed, trembling shoulders revealed just how turbulent her thoughts were.
Although she was Wu Liang's personal maid, they had never done anything this intimate before.
Especially something that seemed like it was only done between couples. Yao Shi had merely learned it from television dramas.
She had heard that it could help a man relax and keep him from being troubled by trivial matters.
But she had no experience, and facing Wu Liang, who was already a grown man, naturally made her somewhat nervous.
Even if they were master and servant, Yao Shi was still only a nineteen-year-old girl...
"Okay... then I... I'm coming over..."
Wu Liang could not help feeling flustered as he looked at Yao Shi's pure, lovely face. But if he refused such a benefit delivered right to his door, he would truly be an utter fool.
Since Yao Shi herself had already agreed, there was no need for him to worry about anything, right?
His gaze was fixed tightly on Yao Shi's full thighs. There was a faint indentation on the inner side where the stockings cinched her flesh, and two slivers of snowy white skin peeked from the lace edge.
Only then did Wu Liang realize that he was actually a leg man.
He had thought he did not have such strange tastes, but after seeing Yao Shi's beautiful legs, he had no choice but to surrender.
He was a genuine leg man. He was a total pervert. He had to admit this bloody fact.
Thighs, thighs, thighs! He loved beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings with lace trim the most!!
"Young Master Wu Liang! I brought back the fried chicken you wanted."
The sudden male voice by his ear nearly scared Wu Liang to death on the spot.
Hearing it, Yao Shi hurriedly opened her eyes and reached one hand toward her inner thigh as though searching for something. Bone-chilling killing intent instantly swept through the surroundings.
But she quickly realized something was wrong. With a helpless sigh, she took the KFC paper bag from the bodyguard.
"Y-Young Master... are you all right...?"
The bodyguard had clearly been badly frightened by Wu Liang's shout.
Even his legs trembled, and the KFC in his hand nearly fell to the floor.
"Ah... no... I was just overreacting... you did nothing wrong..."
Wu Liang clutched his chest with a dark expression. That had nearly scared his heart out.
How had he forgotten about that? He had asked someone to buy him KFC earlier.
What a miscalculation... He could have enjoyed Yao Shi's lap pillow...
"Young Master, you should go back first. You look very sleepy."
Yao Shi placed the KFC paper bag beside Wu Liang's hand and returned to her maid-like demeanor, standing to his right.
However, when Yao Shi recalled what she had just done, she was also confused. Why had she treated Young Master Wu Liang so intimately?
Why had she suddenly wanted to offer Young Master Wu Liang a lap pillow? She had never felt that way during all her years serving him...
"Ah, I'll leave after I finish this fried chicken. Want one? It actually tastes pretty good."
Wu Liang rubbed his slightly sore neck, his eyes wandering as he did not quite dare look at Yao Shi.
The mood from before had been completely ruined by that bodyguard and the KFC. Well, his rare chance at a lap pillow had gone down the drain.
Who knew how long he would have to wait until Yao Shi was willing to offer him another lap pillow?
"If that is Young Master's wish..."
Yao Shi was slightly moved, but she did not let Wu Liang notice the change in her expression.
But just as Yao Shi was about to take the fried chicken from Wu Liang's hand, Wu Liang's face suddenly went pale, and the drumstick in his hand fell to the ground with a slap.
"Those two..."
Wu Liang widened his eyes at the two people who had suddenly appeared around the corner of the corridor and rose to leave.
But when he realized that he could not get away from them no matter how he ran, Wu Liang could not help looking at the KFC paper bag in his hand.
"In for a penny, in for a pound!"
Under Yao Shi's shocked gaze, Wu Liang dumped all the chicken drumsticks into a nearby trash can.
Then he grabbed the KFC paper bag and pulled it directly over his head...
The First Step of Falling in Love
The rich, pungent smell of fried chicken flooded Wu Liang's nostrils in an instant.
It made him cough violently. Wu Liang was certain that he would not want to see KFC again for nearly a month.
He also felt rather sorry for all the drumsticks thrown into the trash. He had not even eaten a single one.
Yao Shi stared blankly at Wu Liang with the KFC paper bag over his head, utterly bewildered by his strange behavior.
But soon, the two people approaching from not far ahead drew Yao Shi's attention.
"Eh!?"
He Xue, with dark circles beneath her eyes, was the first to spot the young man wearing KFC.
A flicker of surprise suddenly passed through her lifeless eyes. Why was Mr. KFC here?
"Ah! Miss Shi! Has my father's surgery already begun!?"
He Feng hurried over to Yao Shi and asked about his father's condition.
Hadn't the surgery been scheduled for eight-thirty? Why had Father already...
"Yes, Mr. He Feng. Your father's surgery has already begun. Please wait here for a moment."
Yao Shi turned to face He Feng and answered coldly, but her gaze remained fixed on He Xue.
Young Master had put on the mask so He Xue would not recognize his real face, but perhaps it was only her imagination.
She could not shake the feeling that when He Xue looked at Young Master in the KFC mask, there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.
"Miss Shi, how can I ever thank you? We were complete strangers..."
He Feng looked complicatedly at Yao Shi's emotionless face, not knowing what to say to express the gratitude in his heart.
Though he did not know why she had helped him, she had gone so far for his sake...
"If you truly wish to thank someone, then thank this gentleman."
Yao Shi moved aside, revealing Wu Liang behind her.
If it had not been for Young Master Wu Liang's order, she would not have cared whether He Jingao lived or died.
"Uh, this is...?"
Only after Yao Shi's reminder did He Feng realize there was a young man standing beside her.
He looked to be over six feet tall and fairly well-built, but the thing over his head made him look utterly ridiculous.
Especially with crumbs occasionally falling from the KFC paper bag, making him look even more comical.
"This gentleman is the master I serve. He was the one who ordered me to help He Jingao, and this gentleman and your daugh..."
"Cough, cough, cough... Hello, Mr. He Feng. Nice to meet you."
Wu Liang hurried forward and interrupted Yao Shi before she could say anything else. He did not want Yao Shi blurting out something troublesome.
"Hello. How should I address you... and why did you help save my father...?"
He Feng's attention was completely drawn to the KFC mask over Wu Liang's head.
Especially after seeing the big white chicken on the KFC paper bag, He Feng could not help turning to look at his daughter, He Xue.
As He Xue's father, he naturally knew what his daughter liked most. This big white chicken was clearly one of her favorite plush toys...
"You may call me Mr. KFC, just like your daughter does. As for why I wanted to save your father, you can consider it a whim."
Wu Liang briefly shook hands with He Feng. He Feng, He Xue's father, was someone who had spent years traveling around.
He was kind, amiable, and emotional. If Wu Liang remembered correctly, He Feng had been very fond of the male lead in the game.
Especially when the male lead later visited He Xue's home, He Feng had directly treated him as his future son-in-law.
During the early and middle parts of the story, the male lead and He Feng grew increasingly close and could be said to have become confidants.
That meant that if he could build a good relationship with He Feng, he would indirectly build a good relationship with the male lead.
Becoming He Feng's friend = becoming He Xue's friend.
Becoming the male lead's friend = avoiding death = Wu Liang surviving.
Heh, I really am a genius, Wu Liang thought to himself as he looked at He Feng's face.
"You know my daughter?"
He Feng froze, but when he saw Wu Liang's uniform, he immediately understood something.
"Father, he's the one I met downstairs at the hospital a few days ago. He was hospitalized here too at the time."
He Xue walked over to Wu Liang's side and could not help laughing softly when she caught the scent of fried chicken coming from him.
This guy must have been eating fried chicken earlier, then hurriedly put that on when he saw her and Father approaching.
"Mr. KFC, why are you unwilling to face me with your real appearance?"
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