Chapter 64: With Me, You Can Just Be Wilful

At this moment, Ye Sheng had already taken off her pure cotton pajama pants, though she was still wearing the top Jiang Qianqian had picked out for her. The hem of the pajama top was not very long, just barely covering her bottom and sitting roughly flush with the anti-run band of her pantyhose.

Black silk pantyhose wrapped tightly around her long, beautiful legs. Her calves were slender with alluring curves, while her thighs began to thicken slightly from a certain height. It was easy to tell that, unlike girls with purely skinny, chopstick-like legs, Ye Sheng’s legs possessed just the right amount of softness and flesh. The portion concealed by the pajama top only served to invite endless, wild fantasies.

Jiang Qianqian’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

Wait a minute, girl.

How on earth are you able to pull off such a stunning, breathtaking look in a pair of cotton pajamas that completely drain all worldly attraction?

Could it be that Ye Sheng truly is the woman among women, the ultimate queen bee of cold beauties?

Li Xingming looked Ye Sheng up and down, a flicker of pure, unadulterated appreciation flashing across his gaze. He nodded and said, "Alright, let's give it a try. But honestly, most of the time, wearing pantyhose only makes the skin more sensitive—like when Qianqian wears her dance uniform and I tickle her—"

"Hey! Why do you keep airing my dirty laundry!" Jiang Qianqian threw a playful swipe at Li Xingming, her whole body looking utterly listless. "I'm going to go blow-dry my hair now."

"..." Watching Jiang Qianqian make such an abrupt escape, Li Xingming felt a bit puzzled.

She hadn't actually washed her hair today, though.

A girl's hair didn't need to be washed every single day. In fact, if the hair was long, washing it daily was the worst thing one could do.

Generally speaking, washing it every two to three days was about right, and the exact frequency depended entirely on whether one's hair type was oily or dry.

In other words, Jiang Qianqian had simply used drying her hair as an excuse to slip away.

Did she perhaps figure that Ye Sheng would feel too shy with her around?

Mm.

Not dwelling on it any longer, Li Xingming returned to Ye Sheng’s room and once again assumed his massage posture.

"Still itchy?"

"Not anymore."

"That's magical. Could it be that you share some mysterious bond with black silk pantyhose?"

"There probably is one. I’m thinking of getting a 'Sealed' magic spirit and raising it until it evolves into 'Absolute Seal' upon reaching the third rank. According to what you said, constantly wearing black silk pantyhose is beneficial for this process?"

"Sure, I don't see why not. The 'Sealed' magic spirit can synergize with 'Whetstone,' the fundamental magic spirit of the Astral Path, and it can also link up with 'The Queen's Full Moon'..."

Chatting casually, Li Xingming held Ye Sheng's black-silk-clad foot, gently rotating her joints. Her ankles and toes needed to be warmed up before they could officially enter the massage phase.

Yes, children.

Ye Sheng's astral circuit issue could actually be completely resolved simply through massages.

Li Xingming estimated that by maintaining a regular massage routine and a carefree lifestyle, the problem would be completely sorted out before she graduated from high school next year.

The "foot warmup" concluded without warning. Li Xingming suddenly gripped the sole of Ye Sheng's foot firmly, zeroed in on a specific pressure point along the inner arch, and pressed down hard.

A tremor of the soul burst forth within Ye Sheng's eyes.

Her glossy, delicate lips parted slightly, letting out a soft moan.

It was a sound completely out of character for someone with Ye Sheng's persona, yet it possessed a subtle distinction from Jiang Qianqian's delicate cries.

"That feels amazing! Please continue."

"Why so polite? There's no need to say 'please'—we're friends."

"Then continue."

The daily massage session lasted about ten minutes.

Before even half the time had passed, Li Xingming was starting to struggle. The combination of Ye Sheng's feet encased in expensive black silk, the soft, smooth texture easily perceptible even through medical gloves, and her uninhibited, crystal-clear voice left Li Xingming's entire body tingling with numbness. A primal urge began to stir restlessly within him.

He fought hard to suppress it.

This was the supreme self-restraint expected of a team captain. Have you little ones learned your lesson?

"All done. Doing this once every night from now on will be enough."

"Every night?"

"Do you find it too frequent and inconvenient? In that case, we could actually—"

"Could it be once in the morning and once at night?"

Ye Sheng's eyes burned with bright anticipation.

Clearly, she had fallen in love with the feeling of the massage.

Noticing the hesitant look on Li Xingming's face, she quickly corrected herself, "Sorry, I'm being a bit too presumptuous."

"No, no, not at all. What's presumptuous about that? Remember what I said? 'Follow your heart's desire without overstepping the bounds.' Enjoying having your feet massaged isn't anything excessive at all. Feel free to make requests."

"Then what if I make an excessive request in the future?"

"I'll evaluate it, and I'll help keep it in check for you." Li Xingming smiled gently. "With me, you are entirely free to be as self-willed as you want."

"..."

Ye Sheng remained silent for a long time, saying nothing, before nodding heavily.

"I'll remember your words."

"Alrighty then. Twice a day is a bit of an exaggeration, though. How about we arrange it like this: a routine massage every evening, and if you feel a chill during the day, we can occasionally have an extra session as a treat. How does that sound?"

"Okay."

"Great, then I'm heading out. Do you still want any late-night snacks?"

"No, I want to go straight to sleep."

"Then goodnight."

"Goodnight, meow."

Ye Sheng lay lazily on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Once she entered solitary mode, the smile at the corners of her lips could finally no longer be contained.

"Self-willed."

What an extravagant word for her.

...

Li Xingming ordered some fried chicken.

A combination of boneless chicken nuggets, chicken wing roots, and rice cakes, with honey mustard and non-spicy sweet chili sauces on the side.

It was Jiang Qianqian's favorite flavor combination.

When the delivery arrived, Li Xingming went to knock on Jiang Qianqian's bedroom door.

There was no answer.

So, he simply found a piece of iron wire, picked the lock, and barged in.

At first glance, he spotted a certain big cat curled up under the covers, pulling the duvet over her head—whether to feel safe or just stay warm, he had no way of knowing.

Li Xingming launched a decisive offensive, pulling Jiang Qianqian out from the bedding and scooping her up around the waist.

It wasn't a princess carry, but rather held the way one would carry a cat: one arm slipped beneath her armpits while the other supported her bottom.

Even though she was feeling quite gloomy, Jiang Qianqian was still amused by Li Xingming. By the time she was deposited onto the living room sofa in that cat-carrying posture, her mood had already improved significantly. Damn it, she had clearly decided to stay mad at Li Xingming, to keep sulking and demand to be coaxed—at least until lunchtime tomorrow before forgiving him.

Instead, she had been thoroughly amused by one of Li Xingming's ridiculous antics.

Jiang Qianqian, you really are hopeless!

Left with no choice, she puffed out her cheeks and put on a huffy, exaggerated pout.

"Is our little pufferfish still blowing herself up like this?" Li Xingming extended a single finger and poked Jiang Qianqian's cheek. It was soft and bouncy, much more fun to play with than a balloon.

"Mmph~~"

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

"...Eh?"

"Afraid you'll have nightmares."

Pufferfish mode: shut down!

Jiang Qianqian's body temperature rose rapidly, and she grew entirely tense. "Actually, there's no need... It's not like I'm that fragile..."

"Remember that time when we were kids? You said you were super brave too, and then in the middle of the night you came crying to me clutching your pillow."

"You're going to be the death of me."

Could those two situations possibly be the same?

Back then, they were truly innocent childhood sweethearts in the truest sense, but things were completely different now. With Li Xingming sleeping right beside her, how Jiang Qianqian was supposed to fall asleep peacefully was a real question.

Even though she was secretly looking forward to it.

The melancholy belonging to a childhood friend—sparked by her childhood companion massaging the newcomer's feet—was thus easily and effortlessly chased away by the faint, budding excitement of sharing a bed.