My Heart Is Colder Than a Blade

"Do you have any private rooms?"

She asked a waiter.

"I'm sorry, all private rooms have been reserved," the waiter replied respectfully.

"That's fine, we'll sit outside then."

Tang Yu was delighted to hear this - with so many customers today, he would surely be safe.

"Alright, let's sit outside then."

Wang Yixue didn't insist on a private room.

Seeing Tang Yu's happy face, she knew exactly what he was thinking about.

He'd have more to be happy about soon!

After they were seated, the waiter lit two new scented candles for them.

"Darling, what would you like to eat?"

Wang Yixue asked with a sweet smile, holding the menu.

"Whatever. I've lost my appetite dining with you, and stop calling me darling."

Tang Yu replied coldly.

[Damn, this woman is definitely up to something.]

[Wasn't this supposed to be a business meeting? What kind of business is this? I'm not selling myself.]

[Teacher Wang, please don't be like this. We're not compatible, you're a good person, too good for me.]

"Oh, then let's get the couple's set meal."

Wang Yixue smiled as she handed the menu to the waiter, then slipped off her high heel.

She gently kicked Tang Yu's leg with her stockinged foot.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Yu immediately showed signs of alertness.

[Oh my god, you can't just do that randomly!]

[We're in public, mind your image, OK? Don't wipe your foot sweat on my leg.]

"My foot's itchy."

Wang Yixue said with an amused smile.

Your feet are the ones with sweat! She took meticulous care of herself every day!

"Then why are you rubbing it against me? It stinks."

Tang Yu complained, while secretly glancing at Wang Yixue's feet.

[This is torture, how could you wear black stockings?]

[I've been killing fish at the supermarket for ten years, my heart is colder than a knife, nothing can move it.]

[Except black stockings (ˉ﹃ˉ)]

"I'm just teasing. My feet are tired from walking in heels all day, come on, give them a massage."

Wang Yixue urged playfully.

She wanted to see how long this reserved man could hold out.

"Dream on."

Tang Yu snorted, "Weren't you here to discuss business? Let's get to it, I need to get back to work after this."

"I'm too tired to talk business now. But if someone would massage my feet, I might feel better."

Wang Yixue brazenly put her foot on Tang Yu's leg.

Her legs were long and fair, slender yet shapely - the kind that would make professional leg models jealous.

For women with less attractive legs, black stockings were a cover-up.

But for someone like Wang Yixue, black stockings... had more of a sensual appeal.

[Damn, how can you do this? Move your foot a bit closer and this won't be just dinner anymore!]

[No wonder this vixen chose this place to eat.]

[Should've gotten a private room after all, being seen like this is social suicide.]

"I can call a waiter over to massage them for you."

Tang Yu pretended to be annoyed as he took hold of her leg and put it down.

When his hand grabbed Wang Yixue's leg, she trembled slightly as if shocked by electricity.

Her shiver made Tang Yu's hand shake too.

"Why are you touching my feet? You're such a pervert."

Wang Yixue bit her lip and said coyly.

"..."

Tang Yu was dumbfounded - how did he end up looking like the one harassing her?

But then he had a thought.

[Right, I've been too passive.]

[Always trying to avoid her is why she thinks she can tease me!]

[If I take the initiative, can she really be as shameless as me?]

[I'm the most shameless person in the village, I even stop to watch dogs mounting each other, why should I fear her?]

"Are you sure you want me to massage your legs?"

Tang Yu deliberately tried to imitate Dragon King's evil smile, though his skill was far inferior.

Dragon King Ye Chen could raise his lips precisely ninety degrees, while he could barely manage thirty.

"Go ahead."

Wang Yixue's face showed a hint of shyness, but inside she was laughing hysterically.

Hmph, let's see just how thick-skinned you can be!

Besides, in the dim light, small movements under the table were hard to notice.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and grabbed her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Even through the stockings, his fingertips could feel her smooth, supple skin.

[Damn, her skin care routine must be amazing.]

Wang Yixue's body would occasionally tremble slightly, her face shy as she kept her head down without speaking.

Tang Yu was quite satisfied with her reaction.

He knew it - she was all talk!

When it came to actual action, how could she be his match?

[Hah, feeling shy now?]

[This is what you get for trying to tease me.]

[Well woman, you started this fire, you put it out.]

But after ten minutes passed, Tang Yu finally felt something wasn't quite right.

Because Wang Yixue was still keeping her head down shyly, not saying a word.

[Damn it, why aren't you reacting? Even friction fire-starting would've worked by now!]

[Where's your sense of shame? Why are you still being stubborn?]

[Come on, drop your last bit of pride and surrender to me right now.]

[Say it loud: I'm sorry, Brother Tang Yu.]

Tang Yu was ranting internally - what the hell was this woman doing?

Did she have no sense of shame at all?

Or was this level too mild for her to handle?

Fortunately, the waiter arrived with their food at this moment.

"Here's your couple's set meal."

She smiled as she placed the dishes on the table and opened a bottle of red wine for them.

"Thank you, here's your tip."

Tang Yu was overwhelmed with gratitude, quickly putting Wang Yixue's foot down and taking out his wallet to hand the waiter a thick stack of bills.

He really couldn't take it anymore.

"Thank you, Young Master Tang."

The waiter repeatedly thanked him for the stack of bills.

As expected of Young Master Tang, handsome and generous!

Tang Yu stood up and said to Wang Yixue, "I'm going to wash my hands, you start eating first."

"Alright."

Wang Yixue raised her head with a sly smile, barely containing her urge to burst out laughing.

This guy had been massaging her for so long, constantly muttering to himself about why she wouldn't admit defeat.

Hilarious.

She was never going to lose.

[Damn, I underestimated her - this woman's really thick-skinned!]

Tang Yu saw her smile and knew he'd been played. He walked away with a dark face to wash his hands thoroughly.

When he returned, Wang Yixue had already poured wine for him and cut up his steak.

Like a gentle and thoughtful girlfriend, she winked at Tang Yu and said,

"Eat up, eat up, you've worked hard today."

"Thanks."

Tang Yu responded coldly, though he was indeed quite hungry.

During the meal, Wang Yixue stopped teasing Tang Yu and focused on her food.

The atmosphere grew quiet.

Men look best in lamplight, women most beautiful under moonlight.

In the flickering candlelight, Wang Yixue suddenly stopped moving.

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