Is Little Yu serious?
Foot soak?
The two of them together?
Before, he used to hate it when she got too close to him.
Now he’s actually making such a request.
Could it be that Little Yu wants to try it but feels too awkward to enjoy it alone, so he reluctantly invited her along?
Chen Qimeng, with her sesame-sized brain, pondered wisely for a moment.
Then she said:
"Little Yu, you can go ahead and try it."
"I’ve already taken a shower, so I’ll pass."
Chen Qimeng’s response was exactly what Lin Yu had expected.
If she had agreed readily, that would’ve been the real surprise.
No choice.
He’d have to play a little trick on Auntie Qimeng—it was all for the sake of improving their relationship.
"Oh, well. Then I’ll pass too."
As he spoke,
the eager light in Lin Yu’s eyes instantly dimmed into disappointment.
A masterclass in tea art—his flawless acting perfectly captured the dejection of a young man mustering the courage to take initiative, only to be rejected.
Chen Qimeng’s heart clenched at once.
Only then did she realize that Little Yu hadn’t wanted to try it alone.
He had genuinely meant to invite her.
And her response had hurt him…
Just think—yesterday at the flower shop, he stood up for her, even using his manuscript earnings to cover the rent.
Then today, when an emergency came up at home, he rushed back to help her resolve it.
After all the effort they’d put into improving their relationship lately,
how could she let it shatter over something so trivial?
"Little Yu, maybe… we can try it together after all?"
"I walked a lot today too."
"Now that I think about it, a foot soak might help with the fatigue…"
"Maybe… maybe it’ll work a little."
Just as expected.
Getting Auntie Qimeng to do something required no effort at all.
A mature and sensible woman knew how to persuade herself.
This dual foot-soaking tub had indeed never been used before.
The instruction manual, still sealed in its plastic bag, was even tucked inside.
Lin Yu followed the steps—
filling it with warm water at the right temperature, setting it to maintain the heat, then retrieving the mixed-scented foot soak sachets from the cabinet Auntie Qimeng mentioned.
Next came the inevitable back-and-forth over
who would sit on the bed and who would take the chair.
Auntie Qimeng’s bedroom was one of the smaller rooms on the third floor.
Though it didn’t hold much, the space still felt cramped.
With the foot tub placed between them, the only arrangement was one on the bed and the other on the chair.
In the end,
Lin Yu naturally took the bed.
This suited his plans just fine.
After all, the "jade couch" had two particularly golden spots.
"Whew~"
"The water’s a bit hot, but it’s perfect for soaking."
"Auntie Qimeng, come on in—it feels amazing."
Agreeing had been easy.
But now that the moment had arrived,
Chen Qimeng’s face flushed red.
And under Lin Yu’s gaze, it wasn’t just her face that turned pink.
The sheer fabric of her robe faintly revealed a rosy hue beneath.
Hiss!
She was truly beautiful.
But he couldn’t stare for too long.
At this proximity, if he summoned his "ice popsicle," Auntie Qimeng would definitely notice.
The fragile harmony they’d built between them—
if she realized Lin Yu no longer saw her as just an auntie,
it’d be far harder to slowly widen the gap later.
Chen Qimeng couldn’t quite describe how she felt right now.
When she agreed, she hadn’t considered all this.
Only now, sitting here, did she sense the subtle awkwardness in the air.
Looking closely at Lin Yu, he was nothing like the boy she’d first brought home.
Especially these past few days, with He Jing whispering teasing remarks in her ear.
Those playful words now lingered stubbornly in her mind.
"What’s wrong, Auntie Qimeng?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing Chen Qimeng hesitate, Lin Yu asked directly.
He could sense her inner conflict.
Now wasn’t the time to let her retreat.
"N-no, I’m fine."
"It’s just… my first time feels a little… unusual."
More than her hesitation, the priority was not making Little Yu uncomfortable.
Chen Qimeng rolled up the hem of her pajama pants, pulling them above her knees.
In Lin Yu’s eyes,
her flawless, fair skin gradually emerged from beneath the robe.
The moment her feet dipped into the water, it was like jade sinking into a warm spring—utterly mesmerizing.
[Ding!]
[During the Forbidden Zone expedition, you acquired and shared the "Greenwood Spirit Soaking Tub" with the acting sect leader!]
[Reward: 100 sect contribution points, 200 spirit stones, 1 bottle of Hundred Flowers Nectar!]
Lin Yu was thrilled.
Not only had the sect points and spirit stones multiplied,
but he’d also earned an extra reward.
He didn’t rush to check what the [Hundred Flowers Nectar] was.
Right now, the "immortal auntie" sharing this soak with him was far more captivating!
"How’s the water? Comfortable?"
Lin Yu asked considerately.
Once she’d overcome the mental hurdle of stepping in, things weren’t as bad as Chen Qimeng had feared.
"Y-yes, it’s… it’s fine. The temperature’s just right."
Chen Qimeng kept her feet tucked stiffly on her side, not daring to move.
If they could just stay like this for a while, it might even be nice.
Little Yu seemed happy, at least.
Too bad.
Chen Qimeng didn’t know.
Her Little Yu had no intention of letting her off so easily…
"I think so too, but the bumps at the bottom feel a bit uncomfortable."
With that,
Lin Yu shifted his feet, deliberately encroaching into Chen Qimeng’s space.
The moment their feet touched—
"Eek!"
Chen Qimeng stiffened violently, scraping the chair loudly against the floor.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—intimate contact with the acting sect leader’s sensitive spot sends her heart fluttering!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu: "???"
Now, looking at Auntie Qimeng,
the blush had spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, her fingers twisting tightly inside her sleeves.
Given her reaction and the system’s precise prompt, could it be…?
In his past life,
Lin Yu had met all kinds of women with unique sensitivities.
Their spots varied, but
feet…
were definitely rare!
He couldn’t help wondering—did Auntie Qimeng even know about this herself?
"Auntie Qimeng, do you also find the plastic bumps at the bottom uncomfortable?"
"Your legs seem really tense."
Lin Yu feigned innocence.
Chen Qimeng exhaled deeply, forcing down the inexplicable emotions rising in her chest:
"Ah, y-yes… a little. Haha, it’s… it’s nothing."
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Nothing?
You’re in big trouble!
"Relax a little. You can lift your feet slightly."
"If you need support, we can prop each other up."
Lin Yu continued his mischief,
slyly sliding his feet fully into Chen Qimeng’s side of the tub.
"Little Yu, don’t—"
Before Chen Qimeng could finish,
Lin Yu had already slipped in.
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