“Your skin feels so smooth to the touch.”
Shen An was growing bolder by the day, taking full advantage of Wang Yuqiong without a shred of restraint. He was no longer satisfied with silent caresses; now he paired verbal teasing with physical advances.
Wang Yuqiong’s eyes fluttered half-closed as she shot back, “Have you touched rough skin before?”
Shen An paused for a beat. “That’s a question I hadn’t thought of.”
“Your focus is really peculiar.”
“Don’t try to change the subject!” Wang Yuqiong huffed coldly.
“Of course I have.” Shen An grinned wide. “Don’t I touch my own face every day?”
“Is that so?”
Wang Yuqiong lifted her small hand. Under Shen An’s slightly surprised gaze, she reached out and felt his face without hesitation.
Compared to the warmth of Shen An’s palm, Wang Yuqiong’s hand felt a touch cooler.
The sensation of her small hand against his skin was refreshing, like cool stream water splashing across his face.
She caressed his face carefully. “Not bad at all. Your skin’s pretty smooth too.”
Hiss~
Shen An shivered involuntarily.
Wang Yuqiong assumed he was put off and immediately frowned. “What? You get to touch my face, but I can’t touch yours?”
“No, no, it’s not that.”
Shen An chuckled softly, pressing his cheek into the back of her hand. “It’s just rare for a girl to be as bold as you.”
“Hmm?” Wang Yuqiong cracked her eyes open a sliver, her tone playful. “So you’re the one who’s shy?”
“A little.”
“Then don’t move.”
“What are you planning?”
“I’m going to touch you properly.”
Those were some bold words!
Wang Yuqiong simply raised her other hand too, cupping Shen An’s cheeks between both palms. The cool refreshment intensified.
“Don’t just freeze up. You haven’t finished removing my makeup yet.”
She muttered.
“Alright~”
And so Shen An focused on wiping away her makeup—while also touching her face—as she freely explored his.
Before long, the exquisite, glamorous layers of her makeup were gone, revealing a bare face that was elegant yet softly refined.
Shen An gazed at her for a moment before saying gently, “You’re really something else.”
“You’re the strange one!” Wang Yuqiong shot him a glare. “Tell me, what’s so strange about me?”
“The strange I’m talking about isn’t a bad thing.”
Shen An’s lips curved faintly. “With makeup on, you have this vibrant, commanding big-sister vibe. Take it off, and you turn into a gentle, demure young lady.”
It was the mark of facial features so superior and versatile. Different makeup brought out different auras.
No training required—their innate bone structure alone could project a specific charm.
The greater the beauty’s features, the more pronounced this trait: dominant or yielding, edgy or sweet. It was what people called a “screen face,” perfectly adaptable to any role.
Still, when it came to versatility, Shen An didn’t rank Wang Yuqiong at the top.
That spot went to Xu Yijing.
He hadn’t witnessed it himself yet, but the instinct was there—honed from observing so many girls.
A sly spark lit Wang Yuqiong’s eyes, tinged with a hint of shyness. “So which version do you prefer?”
“I like you. All of you.”
Shen An’s reply was airtight, a masterstroke.
“Is that right?” Wang Yuqiong huffed. “Then you don’t like Senior Sister Zhao’s version?”
“Why drag Senior Sister Zhao into this?”
“It’s just a discussion. I’m giving you something to compare.”
“I think you’re just too competitive, always wanting to come out on top.” Shen An patted her cheek. “But if beauty only had one form, it’d be awfully dull.”
Wang Yuqiong pouted. “You and your silver tongue.”
She let go of his face and shifted sideways, leaning forward slightly.
Shen An watched her until her small hand drifted to her shoelaces.
“What are you up to?”
He asked, curious.
Wang Yuqiong’s voice softened. “Taking off my shoes. Don’t assume I’m some city girl through and through—I grew up in the countryside.”
“There were spots like this near the village back then. We called it the back mountain.”
“Whenever I played there, I loved dipping my feet in the cool water. It felt like it cleansed my body and soul. Pure bliss.”
She turned her head and grinned at Shen An. “Want to give it a try?”
Shen An’s mouth twitched. “You really don’t hold back with me.”
“Quit yapping and take them off!”
“Fine, fine. It’s just shoes—you’re acting like it’s a striptease.”
Shen An grumbled as he bent down to slip off his own shoes.
Moments later, Wang Yuqiong had kicked off her sneakers and socks, baring a pair of fair, delicate jade feet.
She eased them into the stream with care, testing the chill first before submerging them fully.
“Mmm~”
Cool water enveloped her jade feet completely, drawing a soft, contented moan from Wang Yuqiong.
Shen An’s eyes followed, captivated.
He’d always had a thing for feet—no denying it.
He’d complimented Wang Yuqiong’s before; her tall frame didn’t diminish their perfection.
Now, those pale, tender jade feet mingling with the crystal-clear stream ignited an urge he couldn’t quite suppress.
If the most alluring display for jade feet was bold polish, sheer black stockings, and stilettos,
Then the purest was untouched—bare and languid in immaculate water, droplets bejeweling their rosy softness like a lotus blooming from the depths, every curve unsullied.
She savored it, momentarily oblivious to Shen An’s smoldering stare.
Her jade feet flexed lightly—toes pointing, splashing the current or nudging the pebbled bed—capturing her girlish whimsy in full.
Only then did he notice her athletic shorts.
Fine enough standing, but seated, her near one-meter-eighty height played to her advantage.
Those long, slender jade legs gleamed flawless white, sunlight tracing faint blue veins and beguiling hints of pink.
Gulp…
Shen An’s throat worked visibly. He had to concede: he was slipping.
Wang Yuqiong caught it right away.
She met his fiery gaze, her slender fingers curling shyly. “Spacing out again?”
“No…”
Shen An’s voice came out rough. He looked away and sank his own feet into the water.
Hoo~
The stream’s chill gradually quelled the heat rising in his chest.
Wang Yuqiong toed a little whirlpool, flashing her charming tiger teeth. “Feels good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Shen An nodded faintly.
“Hehe~” Wang Yuqiong beamed triumphantly. “Next time you’re stressed, try this for relief.”
“Is this your go-to unwind method?”
“Yep!”
Wang Yuqiong whispered, “Though I love a good bath more—hot water cascading down, washing away every bit of stress and fatigue.”
“But not too long, or your skin wrinkles up and loses all its moisture.”
“That’s why foot soaks win.”
Shen An let out a helpless laugh. “Soak long enough, and your feet prune too.”
“But I can just lift them! Like this.”
Before Shen An’s eyes, Wang Yuqiong lifted her jade foot from the stream. Sunlight danced through the falling droplets from her toes—almost like a rainbow, or so he imagined.
“Hold ’em up a bit, dip again, and they’re fine!”
“Can’t do that in the tub—you’d freeze!”
Wang Yuqiong pouted with mock seriousness.
Shen An drew a deep breath, forcing his gaze away once more. “Have mercy. You’re straight-up seducing me.”
Seducing?
Wang Yuqiong’s smile shone bright. “And if I am? Keeps you from ticking me off all the time.”
She pinched his chin, glaring fiercely. “I love seeing that look! Lets you feel what it’s like to itch inside.”
Shen An shrugged. “You might be disappointed, then. If I want something, I go after it.”
“Huh?”
Wang Yuqiong blinked in surprise. Then she felt her jade foot pinned—under his.
She squirmed to pull free, but an arm snaked around her waist.
“You…”
Wang Yuqiong’s voice wavered with nerves, but Shen An only teased, “Don’t tempt me unless you’re ready for the consequences you can’t handle!”
Yet as his words hung in the air, her struggling ceased.
She tilted her face up to his. “I can afford it.”
Her fingers gripped his chin again. That gentle face now brimmed with seductive allure. “As long as you’re willing to give.”
A dance of tentative probes and lingering tugs.
At last, they crossed into uncharted territory.
Maybe the mood worked its magic. Maybe his little jab lit a spark.
It didn’t matter.
These were Wang Yuqiong’s true feelings, long buried in her heart.
Feint or forthright, truth or tease—she was past caring.
If he wouldn’t make the first move, she’d push harder!
Just as he’d said: if you want something, fight for it.
Wang Yuqiong was willing to fight for it.
The thing that plucked at his heartstrings was her gaze, brimming with eager anticipation.
Even the dainty foot pinned beneath his quietly lifted, brushing gently against him.
