Chapter 610 - 244: How’s My Technique? Pretty Good, Huh?
Chapter 610: Chapter 244: How’s My Technique? Pretty Good, Huh?
She could distinctly feel the contour of his palm, the hardness of his knuckles, and the kneading and pressing that sent an almost electric tingle through her.
The soreness and numbness were kneaded away, replaced by an unfamiliar, melting weakness that made her heart flutter.
She buried her face deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds she was finding increasingly difficult to suppress.
But the legs being so carefully tended to were becoming more and more unruly.
The calf held in his palm went limp, while her other leg kept trying to curl upward.
Shen Yuan noticed her body’s honest reaction.
The warmth in his eyes deepened, and his lips curved into a silent smile.
His broad hand slid down to her delicate ankle, his thumb tracing lingering circles over the shapely bone.
His voice was low and husky, carrying an indescribable magnetism that seemed to gently caress the very air around them.
"Feeling better, Li Bao?"
"...Mmmph..."
Li Zhi’s reply was a muffled, indistinct sound from within the pillow, the final note soft as a crushed marshmallow.
Shen Yuan let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating in his chest.
His fingertips lingered on her ankle bone. His palm didn’t stop there, but rather slid down with practiced ease, tracing the elegant curve of her arch, which was snugly outlined by the supple fabric.
That seemingly magical hand now gently cupped one of her delicate feet, completely encased in pure white, cable-knit tights.
Under the lamplight, the texture of the tights clung to her skin, clearly outlining the exquisite, delicate curve of her foot.
The pad of Shen Yuan’s thumb pressed firmly into her soft heel, his fingertip sinking into the resilient flesh as he kneaded steadily with just the right amount of pressure.
Then, his palm enveloped her slender arch, his knuckles pressing firmly upward along its smooth curve.
His warmth seeped through the thin fabric, soothing Li Zhi’s sensitive sole.
"That tickles..."
Li Zhi’s body flinched slightly, yet the toes of that very foot curled unconsciously in his palm.
That peculiar, ticklish warmth spread instantly from her toes, sending a tingle deep into her spine.
"Alright, alright, I’ll be gentler."
Shen Yuan shifted his focus to the junction of her instep and arch, massaging it slowly and firmly.
"Is this more comfortable?"
Li Zhi buried her face deeper into the pillow.
Her toes, now being massaged into a state of perfect comfort, twitched slightly, as if in silent reply.
A moment later, the movement of Shen Yuan’s hands finally slowed to a stop.
His fingertips gave one last, lingering caress along the supple curve of Li Zhi’s leg before he finally drew his hand away.
A heavy, subtle silence fell over the room, leaving only the sound of his slightly labored breathing, which beat against Li Zhi’s ears like a drum.
This presence, carrying both heat and an indefinable power, flowed between them, making Li Zhi more flustered than the warm air from a heater on a winter night.
She remained buried deep in the pillow. One cheek felt the softness of the fabric, while the other seemed to be scorched by an invisible gaze.
Her fingertips unconsciously clutched a corner of the pillow, her knuckles turning pale.
The tingling numbness from his massage seemed to linger in every part of her body.
It became a silent tide, washing over her in waves and battering the nerves she was trying so hard to calm.
Just then, she felt the mattress beside her dip deeply.
Shen Yuan had gently lain down on his side next to her.
His long body was almost parallel to hers, only inches away.
His presence enveloped her instantly, so close she felt she could feel the faint vibration of his chest rising and falling.
Li Zhi’s body tensed instantly, and she held her breath without realizing it.
’What will he say?’
’What will he do? Or will he just lie here quietly?’
After a moment of silence, a powerful sense of curiosity finally overcame her desire to bury her head in the sand.
The little head Li Zhi had buried in her pillow carefully, cautiously, turned just the slightest bit in Shen Yuan’s direction.
The soft pillow sank slightly, forming a small indentation.
A flushed, moist cheek peeked out an inch from the shadow of the pillow.
A single glistening eye, filled with a mixture of shyness and curiosity, peeked out from behind a veil of hair.
Her gaze traveled over the little hill formed by the edge of the pillow toward the young man beside her, only to fall directly into Shen Yuan’s clear, smiling eyes.
He had been waiting for her to look.
The corners of his lips couldn’t help but curve into a gentle, teasing smile when he saw her peeking out like a little hamster.
Shen Yuan’s playful voice broke the silence, ringing out clearly in the inches between them.
"What are you looking at, Li Bao?"
"—!!!"
Caught red-handed and shocked out of her wits by the sudden eye contact, Li Zhi jolted!
She didn’t even have time to let out a gasp or a protest.
The next second, the little head that had taken so much courage to peek out shot back as if scalded!
The speed was astonishing, leaving only the slight indentation in the pillow behind.
Li Zhi practically shoved her entire burning face back into the depths of the soft pillow. Her earlobes and a small patch of her neck instantly flushed a brilliant, delectable crimson.
The girl curled into a ball, wishing she could stop breathing and disappear completely into the pillow.
Seeing her adorable state, looking as if she wished she could vanish on the spot, Shen Yuan could no longer suppress the laughter in his chest.
A low chuckle escaped his throat. He shifted a little closer to her, his previously resting arm lifting quietly to wrap securely around her slender waist.
Through the soft, skin-friendly fabric of her cream-colored knit dress, his fingertips gave the soft flesh of her waist a gentle squeeze.