Scourge Messenger

Chapter 211 A Little Sweetness

Seeing Yan Qing remain silent for a long time, Shang Xinlei wondered if she had spoken too harshly and hurt him.

In fact, Yan Qing's attitude towards Black Wolf did not displease her. Black Wolf was not anyone to her, so what did it matter to her how badly Yan Qing treated Black Wolf? What she was dissatisfied with was Yan Qing's subconscious 'cold-bloodedness' towards her, which was as if he treated her like a stranger, just like Black Wolf.

Shang Xinlei's ability to see through Yan Qing's 'cold exterior but warm interior' wasn't because she was particularly clever, but simply because she was too experienced. Yan Qing just loved to talk big. One day she'd say she was going to send Jiang Shi to his death, the next day she'd say she was going to let the Rat Monk challenge the Third Transformation Secret Realm, and the day after that she'd say that Jiang Shi or the Rat Monk had a gift for her to pass on to Qian Gongyu or her father.

That's why she took the opportunity to teach Yan Qing a lesson. After all, she wasn't exactly known for her good temper, and what if Yan Qing spoke like that again and she lost her temper and started arguing with him? But now it seems the effect was a bit too good.

She looked left and right, picked up the pan-fried stuffed green peppers in the room and handed them over: "They'll get cold if you don't eat them soon, you should eat them quickly."

Yan Qing picked up a piece, ate it, and commented, "The previous one was even better. I also like it spicier."

Shang Xinlei carefully examined his expression, seemingly trying to determine whether he was telling the truth or lying: "Black Wolf might still be in the room, why don't we go find her..."

"No need." Yan Qing subconsciously raised her voice, but quickly softened it: "This matter has nothing to do with you... I've made up my mind, so please just ignore it, okay?"

As he spoke, a hint of pleading crept into his voice. Shang Xinlei had never seen Yan Qing like this before. Even when he was locked in the palace's secret vault, unable to call out to heaven or be heard, Yan Qing had never been so exhausted... The Black Wolf's influence on him was far greater than Shang Xinlei had imagined.

She even had a feeling that if she were stricter or forced him, Yan Qing might actually give in. His personality was like his tastes; he might say he couldn't eat bitter melon stir-fried with beef, but if forced, he could eat it... He wasn't as resolute as she thought; she just felt the ending wouldn't be happy.

But it was precisely Yan Qing's slightly weak attitude that made Shang Xinlei swallow all the words in her throat.

Ultimately, the person she cared about was never Black Wolf.

Yan Qing seemed to realize that her emotions were a bit off and she was about to lose her composure, so she reached for the plate of stuffed green peppers, avoiding Shang Xinlei's gaze: "I'll take this back. It looks like we won't be able to have lunch. We'll do it tomorrow—"

"Wait!" Shang Xinlei called out to him, "How is this none of my business?"

Yan Qing didn't want to argue with Shang Xinlei about such details: "If you want to know exactly what happened, I'll tell you in detail tomorrow, but right now I want to go back—"

"I'm not referring to your business with Black Wolf, which has absolutely nothing to do with me. Look at my legs!"

Yan Qing looked down and saw that Shang Xinlei was still wearing white stockings and shorts today. The stockings were pulled up to her thighs, fully outlining the curves of her long and plump legs. However, there was a large oil stain on her right stocking, which was like a beautiful work of art being defiled.

"When you hugged me just now, I lost my grip on the plate, and oil splattered all over it!" Shang Xinlei glared at him angrily. "This isn't my fault, is it?"

"It's not my fault, if it weren't for Black Wolf—"

"But didn't Black Wolf also come looking for you? Ultimately, isn't this still your problem? You said you have nothing to do with your affairs, so isn't this a case of being an innocent bystander?" Shang Xinlei said arrogantly, "Shouldn't you take responsibility? Shouldn't you compensate me?"

"Alright, alright, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you." Yan Qing had no choice. Shang Xinlei had indeed been implicated by him this time, and even if she was making a mountain out of a molehill, Yan Qing would accept it: "Then what do you want? The spirit jade token or the secret book? Let me make it clear first, untying the bandages is not part of the compensation."

"Tsk."

"Are you really that persistent?"

"Of course not." Shang Xinlei went over and opened the wardrobe. Yan Qing could see that it was full of things. It seemed that she usually used this as a temporary changing room, since she could come here to change clothes at any time.

She took out a white fabric item and tossed it to Yan Qing. Yan Qing looked down and saw that it was a pair of white silk pantyhose.

"Huh?" Yan Qing was a little confused. "What do you mean?"

However, Shang Xinlei was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands braced on the bed, and she shouted at him arrogantly, "You dirtied my pantyhose, shouldn't you help me change them? Otherwise, do you want me to go back wearing pantyhose with oil stains? I have to meet Miss Jie this afternoon!"

"What are you waiting for, you little dog servant? Hurry up and help me change my pantyhose!"

Yan Qing looked at the pantyhose in her hand, then at her legs, and fell silent for a moment.

Actually, Shang Xinlei regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. Now, being stared at by Yan Qing made her face feel like it was burning. She subconsciously squeezed her legs together and looked away, trying to make amends: "Since you're not happy, then forget it. How about this, I want to eat at Chef God Restaurant tomorrow—ahhh!" The moment Yan Qing grabbed her calf, Shang Xinlei's whole body tensed up as if she had been electrocuted. She looked down and saw Yan Qing squatting by the bed, holding her calf with his right hand, making her lift her foot.

Today she was wearing red-soled leather shoes with a strap around her ankle for support. After untying it, Yan Qing inserted a finger into her heel and hooked the shoe off, revealing her feet encased in white stockings. Shang Xinlei, who was used to having her shoes and stockings put on and taken off by maids every day, was now so embarrassed by her exposed socked feet that she wanted to cover her face.

But the important part comes next.

His hands traced a path up the pantyhose, his fingertips lightly brushing across her ankles, calves, and knees, until they reached the top of the pantyhose. When Yan Qing's fingers touched the skin of her thigh, Shang Xinlei felt as dizzy as if she were drunk, wanting to kick Yan Qing away in a drunken frenzy, yet feeling utterly powerless and unwilling to move.

Insert your index and middle fingers into the stockings, and then slowly pull them down inch by inch. The stockings make a smooth sound as they rub against your skin. Then, your firm and smooth thighs, well-proportioned calves, and slender ankles are revealed one by one, until your taut arches and curled toes are exposed. Your fair and slender feet are like porcelain, and you might even envy the stockings you are about to wear.

Yan Qing opened the pantyhose, first slipped his feet inside, then held his calves with both hands and pushed the pantyhose up, pausing slightly at the knees, until he reached his thighs. To avoid leaving any wrinkles, he rubbed it again from bottom to top, smoothing out every detail with his palms to make the pantyhose fit every curve.

He kept his head down and didn't see that Shang Xinlei's face was already flushed red, almost bleeding, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip. She thought the biggest challenge would be taking off the pantyhose, but putting them back on made things worse. This little dog even rubbed her hands together twice, her palms feeling warm and cozy as if they were on fire, and surprisingly... it even felt a little comfortable.

After Yan Qing helped her put on her shoes, Shang Xinlei let out a long breath, feeling completely relaxed, and said softly, "Alright, since you've changed them, then you—what are you doing!"

Yan Qing grabbed her left leg as she kicked at him, and used his left hand to hold down her right leg to prevent her from moving. He replied, "You gave me a pair of pantyhose, so of course I'll change them all for you."

"But my left leg isn't dirty!"

"I do not care."

"I don't want to! Stop it!"

"late."

Shang Xinlei couldn't kick or run away, so she could only watch helplessly as Yan Qing used the same trick again. First, he slowly and methodically took off her pantyhose, and then carefully helped her put on new ones. Almost every part of the new pantyhose was covered by his body heat... When his palms smoothed the pantyhose from bottom to top, Shang Xinlei's whole body tensed up, and her legs even clamped his hands together... She only wanted to give him a little treat, but he was practically trying to take advantage of her!
After Yan Qing helped her put on her shoes, Shang Xinlei immediately put her knees together and glared at him fiercely. However, her appearance, as if she had been bullied, was not intimidating at all. Her eyes were watery as if she was about to cry, and her face was so red that it could burn an egg.

“Puppy! Bastard! Pervert! Bandaged freak!” she cursed.

Yan Qing feigned ignorance: "Didn't I just help you put on your pantyhose as you asked? Why are you angry?"

Shang Xinlei's shoulders trembled with anger. "You're getting the benefit and still acting innocent, aren't you?"

With two whooshing sounds, she conjured a pair of legendary flying rings from her storage ring, radiating an orange glow!
Huh? No way? Are you really going to lose your temper? Am I really that unreasonable?

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Yan Qing immediately hid by the door: "Oh right, your food is still in the hall outside. I'll clean it up for you right away—"

"Wait, don't go!"

Yan Qing stood frozen in place, thinking, "This is it, this is it. It seems Shang Xinlei is really angry this time." But the way she looked just now was just too funny; who could resist teasing her? The feel of her hand was secondary... although it was quite nice too...

“I don’t know what happened between Bunny Girl and Black Wolf,” Shang Xinlei said slowly. “I only know you, I know what kind of person you are, so… I believe you.”

Yan Qing was taken aback, turned to look at her, and pursed her lips.

"I will explain the whole story to you tomorrow."

"Okay." Shang Xinlei nodded: "There's one more thing."

"Ok?"

"If you'd like to be my little dog servant, I can allow you to change my pantyhose once a day, how about it?"

Her response was a loud slam of the door shut.

(End of this chapter)