fictionpage Chapter 17 How come Su Qingge's feet are whiter than my life?
Chapter 17 How come Su Qingge's feet are whiter than my life?
As the mud-stained socks were slowly removed, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Although the dim light bulb was only forty watts, and the light was dim and ambiguous, when that foot was completely exposed to the air, the entire dilapidated tile-roofed house seemed to be lit up for a moment.
What a foot that was!
Her insteps arched gracefully, her toes rounded and adorable, a healthy pale pink. Most captivating of all was her skin, almost translucent white, radiant, like the finest mutton-fat jade just retrieved from milk.
In stark contrast to this was the dark, dried mud clinging to their ankles and soles.
This extreme collision of "cleanliness" and "filth" creates a breathtakingly fragmented beauty that directly hits the eye.
Lin Zhou is a normal man, and a man with good taste.
Even though he usually complained that Su Qingge was a "female demon," he had to admit that the Creator must have used a cheat code when creating this woman.
"Tsk, those feet..."
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he cursed inwardly.
These aren't just feet, they're priceless works of art! No wonder fashion magazines have named Su Qingge's legs "the most beautiful legs in the entertainment industry." If they were insured, the premiums could probably buy the entire Peach Blossom Village.
"What...what are you looking at!"
Su Qingge shuddered from the heat of his piercing gaze, overwhelmed by a wave of shame.
She instinctively wanted to pull her feet back, hide them in her trouser legs, or find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
So embarrassing!
In all her life, apart from her parents when she was a child, no man of the opposite sex had ever stared at her feet so closely, especially not in this dilapidated house, in front of a basin of foot-washing water!
Most importantly, although the camera in that corner looked like it was in standby mode, the flashing little red dot clearly told her that it was still live streaming!
Even if the camera zooms out and the details aren't clear, the pose—the man and woman, one squatting and one sitting—still holds up the image...
Anyone who isn't blind can easily guess what they're doing!
"Lin Zhou! Let me go!"
Su Qingge's voice trembled, her toes clenched tightly together, her knuckles turning white. "I'll wash it myself! Really! Let go!"
"Don't move."
Lin Zhou's large hand was like an iron clamp, firmly restraining the jade-like foot that wanted to escape. His palm was rough and hot, pressed against her cool and delicate ankle, the sensation so vivid it sent chills down one's spine.
"It's all covered in mud, how are you going to wash it yourself? Doesn't it get tiring to bend over?"
As he spoke, he scooped up a handful of warm water and poured it on the back of her feet.
The once clear water instantly turned murky, and the black mud slid down her fair skin, revealing an even more radiant complexion underneath.
Lin Zhou didn't use a towel, but instead covered it directly with his palm.
The pressure of the gentle rubbing with my fingertips was just right, enough to remove stubborn dirt without hurting her broken skin.
"hiss……"
Su Qingge gasped, not from pain, but from a tingling sensation she had never experienced before.
Starting from the soles of her feet, the sensation traveled upwards along her nerve endings, instantly coursing through her entire body. Her body went limp, and she slumped back in the chair. The strength she had initially wanted to use to kick Lin Zhou away had long since melted away.
Meanwhile, the live stream room had already exploded with excitement.
Although it was late at night, the number of online viewers increased instead of decreasing, and the barrage of comments was so dense that the screen was almost invisible.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Is that foot even real?"
"My mom asked me why I was licking the screen! Sue's feet are whiter than my life!"
"Lin Zhou, you scoundrel! Let go of that foot! Let me have it!"
"I'm guilty! I was just calling Lin Zhou a gigolo, but now I just want to possess his body, even for a second!"
"This isn't just washing feet, it's like giving a national treasure a pampering treatment! The way Lin Zhou is handling it so carefully, he's more meticulous than when polishing antiques!"
"Is anyone familiar with this? What kind of service is this? Did Lin Zhou train at a club before? His technique is way too professional!"
Although Su Qingge couldn't see the comments, she could feel the burning sensation of being watched by countless eyes.
Her face was as red as a ripe shrimp, and she bit her lower lip tightly, afraid that she might accidentally make some strange noise.
"Is it... all done?"
She urged him on in a trembling voice, feeling that every second was torture.
"What's the rush? The mud hasn't been washed off yet."
Lin Zhou didn't even look up, as if he were holding not his wife's feet, but a scientific research project that had to be completed meticulously.
He carefully cleaned away all the dirt and grime, then rinsed the area with fresh water before picking up a clean white towel and gently wiping away the water droplets.
At this point, the foot had completely returned to its original shape.
Her skin was fair and translucent, but the red and swollen patch on her heel was particularly glaring, like a flaw on a perfect piece of jade, making one's heart ache to look at it.
[Ding! Cleaning process complete!]
[God-level Massage Techniques (Grandmaster Level) have been loaded!]
【Host, please begin your performance and let your wife experience what it means to have her soul transcend!】
The system's voice sounded at the right time.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The cleaning just now was just foreplay; the massage now is the main course.
"Bear with it, it'll hurt a little the first time."
Before he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly exerted force.
A piercing, tingling sensation instantly erupted and rushed straight to my head.
"ah--!"
Su Qingge finally couldn't hold back and let out a charming and extremely sweet exclamation.
"Lin Zhou! What...what are you doing?!"
She cried out, her voice trembling with tears welling up in her eyes.
"This is the Yongquan acupoint, which connects to the kidney meridian and can relieve fatigue."
As he massaged, he explained casually, his voice deep and confident, "You walked too much today. If you don't unblock your meridians, your leg will be useless tomorrow, swollen like an elephant. How will you wear a skirt then?"
Upon hearing the words "elephant legs," Su Qingge abruptly stopped her kicking motion.
Although it was still sore and swollen, and there was even an indescribable sense of shame, with Lin Zhou's movements, the heaviness and soreness that had been building up deep in his calves was actually gradually dissipating.
Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of ease and warmth.
It feels as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.
Su Qingge's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her previously tense body gradually relaxed as well. She even... felt a little enjoyment?
"Um... there... be a little gentler..."
Her face was flushed, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, carrying a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.
Lin Zhou's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Yes, my dear wife."