radicalducati Chapter 62 Is it cold? Foot massage
Chapter 62 Is it cold? Foot massage
Lin Shiyin felt awkward, but under Lin Xian'er's persistent coaxing, she still put on her clothes. Fortunately, nothing seemed amiss from the outside, so she breathed a sigh of relief and walked out with Lin Xian'er.
The thought that she had taken the initiative to go to Wei Wu filled her with unease, but Lin Xian'er was right. Since some things had already been done, if she continued to act uncooperative, she would only upset Wei Wu and suffer the consequences.
She looked at the plum blossoms outside the courtyard, which were no longer as beautiful as before, and the whole world was filled with the bitter cold of melting snow and ice. She couldn't help but stop in her tracks.
Lin Xian'er knew that her god-sister was always pretentious, but she was even more afraid that Wei Wu was getting impatient, so she urged Lin Shiyin with a polite smile on her face.
Lin Shiyin's emotions were interrupted, and she felt even more melancholy—in the past, how could Lin Xian'er have dared to urge her?
It's not that people have become bad, but that the situation has changed.
Lin Shiyin saw it clearly: Lin Xian'er was not a clingy vine, but water that drifted with the current. Today, Wei Wu was strong, and Lin Xian'er was willing to degenerate and abandon everything to serve him. But if Wei Wu died in the future, Lin Xian'er would never shed a single tear for him and would turn around and find a newer tree.
Not only Lin Xian'er knew this, but Wei Wu also knew it. The two of them were so clear-headed yet intoxicated by this relationship, which surprised Lin Shiyin but also made it seem natural.
But what am I anyway?
Lin Shiyin couldn't understand it, so she had no choice but to let Lin Xian'er pull her along to the East Courtyard where Wei Wu was.
In the east courtyard, as soon as the two women entered, they saw Wei Wu bending down to pick up the fallen petals. He gently wiped the mud and water off the petals that were in good condition and carefully placed them in the flower basket next to him. The petals that were damaged were ruthlessly torn apart and thrown under the tree.
Lin Xian'er stepped forward first, picked up a petal for Wei Wu, and asked with a smile, "Master, are you getting impatient waiting and picking up some petals to play with?"
"Waiting for you is one thing, picking up flower petals is another. Don't be fooled by the fact that these petals have fallen into the snow. Once the snow melts, they will soak in the mud and become very dirty."
However, if the petals are in good condition, wash them clean, and place them in a flower basket to dry in the sun (but not too dry), then take them out, put some special medicinal powder on the petals, wrap them up, soak them in water for two hours, take them out, and dry them again. Repeat this process once or twice, then crush the petals, grind them into powder, and soak them in water to make a high-quality spice.
This was Wei Wu's first time trying the recipe from the Lianhua Baojian, a delicate task. However, this recipe couldn't be used for male enhancement, so upon seeing Lin Xian'er and Lin Shiyin arrive together, he decisively dropped what he was doing and smiled at Lin Shiyin, saying:
"My sister-in-law is here."
"It's cold today, why aren't you wearing more clothes?"
Lin Shiyin assumed that Wei Wu was concerned about whether she was wearing enough clothes and worried that she would get cold, which warmed her heart. "Lin Xian'er brought me some foreign clothes, which are quite warm to wear."
"Those are all made of cotton. They're just more fashionable in style, but they're not really that good-looking."
However, if my sister-in-law wore it, even if it were just a few scraps of cloth, it would still be a fairy's feather robe, a sight rarely seen in the mortal world.
Wei Wu was always straightforward. He stepped forward and took Lin Shiyin's hand, his eyes sincere and eager, "Sister-in-law, let me see your leg."
Lin Shiyin's face burned bright red. She wasn't Lin Xian'er after all, and couldn't handle such enthusiasm. Her ears were burning red, and she whispered, "We're still outside, let's go back inside..."
But Wei Wu said, "What's there to be afraid of? There are no outsiders here."
Plum Garden is considered the backyard of Xingyun Manor, so there are two female servants who are somewhat skilled in martial arts guarding the gate. Usually, only female relatives and maids are inside. If there is any rough or heavy work to be done, there are also strong and robust women inside.
Unable to resist Wei Wu's insistence, Lin Shiyin gently lifted her skirt with one hand, revealing the purple cotton socks underneath.
Wei Wu kept insisting that she go up higher, until her skirt was pulled up to her knees. Lin Shiyin refused to go any higher, her eyes red and filled with tears of being teased.
Seeing this, Wei Wu didn't press her any further. He had plenty of time and could adjust her slowly.
He squatted down and touched the cotton socks. The skin inside the socks was delicate and white, and even through the layer, it felt as smooth as touching silk.
Wei Wu didn't look up at Lin Shiyin's expression, but turned to look at Lin Xian'er, shaking his head in dissatisfaction and saying, "This stuff doesn't feel very good. If it weren't for my sister-in-law's good legs, which feel as smooth as ivory, I really wouldn't see what's so good about these socks. They would be much better if they were made of silk."
Actually, silk isn't suitable for these things, but Wei Wu didn't care about that, and Lin Xian'er wouldn't let such trivial matters spoil his interest. She simply said that she had already given the materials to the embroiderer, and whether or not it could be done depended entirely on the embroiderer's skill.
Wei Wu nodded in satisfaction.
Turning around, he realized his hands were already past his knees. He quickly looked up, feigning concern, and said, "I got carried away chatting. Is your sister-in-law cold?"
Lin Shiyin's face was flushed red. It wasn't that she was frozen, but that she was clearly angry. However, since the other party was obviously bullying her, she was too lazy to say anything and only increase Wei Wu's interest. She turned her head away and let Wei Wu tease her.
Lin Xian'er then walked up with a smile, gently removed the skirt from Lin Shiyin's hands, and put it down, saying, "Sister must be cold; your body is shivering."
Wei Wu also stood up, embraced her, and said, "It's my fault for neglecting you, my beauty. The fire in the house is burning brightly, come inside with me to warm up."
Lin Xian'er was delighted with it.
Lin Shiyin did not resist and followed Wei Wu into the house with a mixture of reluctance and resistance.
Soon, the sound of Wei Wu appraising the style of the stockings came from inside, accompanied by a ripping sound. Lin Shiyin's exclamation was tinged with a hint of restraint.
She sat uneasily in the chair, stretching her legs forward and pressing them against Wei Wu's legs, who was sitting on a low stool. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she dared not look at Wei Wu.
Wei Wu moved his hand away from Lin Shiyin's fair and plump thighs, tracing her straight calves, and then gently pinched her warm, soft feet, which felt like cotton candy.
With a flick of his finger, he tore a hole in the cotton sock, revealing a pair of delicate feet.
Lin Shiyin subconsciously shrank her leg. "These, these socks were perfectly fine, why did you pull them off?"
"Of course, it's to see her feet," Wei Wu grabbed Lin Shiyin's leg and pulled her more forcefully into his arms, snorting, "These foreign goods are just not that great."
These socks were indeed not as alluring as the stockings Wei Wu remembered. They were loose and baggy, and after absorbing sweat, they clung tightly to the soles of the feet. When heated by fire, they became hard and had a terrible feel.
But after tearing open the socks, Wei Wu's eyes lit up—
Lin Shiyin's feet weren't particularly big, but they weren't small either; they were probably between size 36 and 37. The skin on the instep was as white as snow, with delicate blue veins curving along the arch of her foot, while the soles of her feet were a completely different shade of pink.
However, the only downside was that, due to the material of the cotton socks, some purple stains appeared on the soft soles of my feet.
"Has it faded?"
Wei Wu simply ripped off all his socks, threw them aside, and said:
"Who sold this? Bring out all the goods from their shop and burn them all."
After saying that, he picked up the plum blossom scented perfume he had prepared earlier and poured it little by little onto Lin Shiyin's feet. As he massaged them, he added:
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I'll soak you in hot water again in a little while. It won't take many times before you're fully infused with the fragrance of plum blossoms. Even if you sweat, it will be a fragrant sweat."
Lin Shiyin used to have her feet washed by maids, but she never expected Wei Wu to take the initiative to massage her feet and even willingly offer to wash them for her...
Thinking of Wei Wu's previous indulgence and care for her, her already not-so-hardened heart softened even more. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and although she didn't say anything explicitly, Wei Wu could see that her nails were neatly trimmed, and her curled-up, crystal-clear toes had unknowingly loosened.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, his movements became even gentler, and he said, "No rush, no rush..."