Chapter 609 - 244: So, How About It? My Technique’s Not Bad, Right?
Chapter 609: Chapter 244: So, How About It? My Technique’s Not Bad, Right?
Her knees, wrapped in pure white, squeezed tightly together. Her toes dug into the bedsheets, desperately clenching as if it were the only way to contain the unfamiliar tremor sweeping through her body.
Shen Yuan clearly felt her waist tense like a bowstring beneath his palm, and her breathing suddenly deepened.
A low laugh escaped from deep in his throat, and his warm breath brushed over the strands of her hair scattered on the pillow.
"Li Bao..." he said, his voice deliberately slow, laced with affectionate teasing. The warm pads of his fingers gently kneaded her stiff, taut waist, not moving down a single inch.
"Relax a little... Why are you so tense? It’s like you’re braced for a fight."
Shen Yuan’s fingertips lightly tapped the edge of her rigid muscles, as if coaxing a stubborn stone to yield. His voice was thick with an unsuppressible smile.
"Am I massaging your waist or a solid rock? Soften up a little... okay?"
The girl on the bed didn’t respond for a long time.
Li Zhi’s face was almost completely buried in the fluffy pillow. Her voice, muffled as if filtering up from under a pile of cotton candy, was laced with deep embarrassment and impatience.
"Ngh... Asshole! Just shut up... If I told you to massage... then just do it!"
Her voice was soft and breathy. It was less of a command and more of a small whimper, uttered in this utterly mortifying position.
Seeing her cute, ostrich-like posture, Shen Yuan almost burst out laughing.
He withdrew his mischievous fingers from her waist.
Just as Li Zhi thought Shen Yuan was done messing around, his warm palm gently covered the back of her thigh.
Through the warm, textured knit of her stockings, Li Zhi could clearly feel the warmth of Shen Yuan’s palm.
The pads of his fingers idly brushed against the edge of the firm curve, sending another tremor through the body Li Zhi had buried in her pillow.
The smile in his eyes deepened, full of the sly satisfaction of a wicked thought fulfilled. He leaned down, deliberately letting his warm breath ghost over the slightly reddened shell of her ear, which peeked out from her hair.
"You’ve been lying here for so long, Li Bao. Your legs must be sore, huh?"
"How about..." He paused deliberately, his fingers applying a bit of probing pressure as he kneaded. "...I give them a good massage for you, too?"
"—?!"
Her head, which had been motionless on the pillow, shot up a few centimeters!
Li Zhi shot up, half her face lifting from the edge of the pillow. Her eyes were wide as she whipped her head around to glare at him, her cheeks flushed so red it seemed blood might drip from them.
Her glistening eyes were a storm of indignation, shock, and a sliver of disbelief, all muddled with the electric tingle that shot up her leg from his touch.
"...Asshole!"
The girl gritted her teeth, and with an overwhelming, flustered anger, she squeezed a soft, reproachful curse from between her lips.
Mortified, she raised a hand and swatted at his arm, which was right beside her. The slap was neither light nor heavy.
"Y-You’re pushing your luck..."
Her accusation came out nasally, as if she was mortified by the very images her own words conjured in her mind.
As if the accusation had drained all her courage, or perhaps because she was too ashamed to meet Shen Yuan’s gaze again, she abruptly buried her burning face back in the pillow.
A muffled whisper drifted up from the pillow, a strange mix of an indisputable command and profound embarrassment.
"...You can massage my legs, and only my legs! Don’t... Don’t you dare touch anywhere else! Asshole... You hear me?!"
"As you wish, my treasure."
The amusement in Shen Yuan’s eyes threatened to spill over.
His gaze fell upon her long legs. They glowed softly under the light, encased in pure white, cable-knit tights that traced their perfect curves.
They were pressed together, resting quietly on the comforter. Her ankles were held tightly together, the delicate arches of her feet drawn into a subtle, tense curve.
His warm palm settled on her again, coming to rest just above the full, round curve of Li Zhi’s calf.
Through the fine, soft knit of the material, he could clearly feel the warmth and firmness of the skin beneath.
The rhythmic, raised pattern of the cable-knit seemed to come alive beneath his fingertips. As his fingers settled, Li Zhi’s face, already hidden in the shadow of the pillow, seemed to burrow even deeper.
"Mmph..."
A muffled, nasal sound escaped from deep within the pillow.
Shen Yuan stopped his teasing. With a steady pressure, his palm began to slowly knead its way down, following the smooth lines of her calf at an unhurried pace.
His touch was gentle, yet clearly purposeful. His thumb pressed against her inner calf while his other four fingers slid slowly down the taut outer curve, his knuckles making slight indentations in the stocking.
He applied the pressure slowly, with the practiced rhythm of a massage, working his way from her rounded calf all the way down to her slender ankle, then slowly back up along her Achilles tendon.
Her toes, snugly encased in pure white, would sensitively point and then curl.
Shen Yuan lowered his gaze, his concentration fixed on his own large hands as they roamed over Li Zhi’s long, flawless legs, which were wrapped in white stockings.
The beautifully proportioned lines of her legs were laid bare beneath his hands. Under the light, the pure white of the fabric and the warmth of his palms intertwined, and the tactile sensations from the pliant material fed back to him without end.
Delicate. Firm. Brimming with vibrant life.
He deliberately slowed his rhythm, patiently tracing circles over the especially tender area behind her knee.
The edges of his fingertips would occasionally graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and he could feel the muscles beneath the fabric instantly tense, then relax.
Li Zhi’s cheeks, pressed tightly against the pillow, were so hot they felt like they could burn right through the fabric.
The heat and sensation from his hands were unusually distinct, spreading up her legs and easily shattering the composure she had struggled so hard to maintain.