You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Scratch it," Xiao Yao explained, "help me scratch my arm, is that too much to ask?"

"Help, help you scratch your arm?" Yu Luying repeated.

“It’s like when I scratch your arm on the lake in War Park,” Xiao Yao said matter-of-factly, “I’m scratching my arm.”

Yu Luying was silent for only a moment before replying, "Ah, okay."

After saying that, the girl tried to put her legs down, but Xiao Yao held onto her calves tightly.

"If I don't put my legs down, how can my hands reach you?" Yu Luying said reproachfully.

“Use your two hands,” Xiao Yao said, “your hind paws.”

"No way!" Yu Luying pulled her foot back without thinking and stuffed it into her space slippers under the recliner: "Pervert."

"Here's what you wanted." Xiao Yao stood up from the recliner and threw himself into the other person's arms.

The recliner beneath Yu Luying groaned under the weight of two people.

“I, no, want to!” Yu Luying repeated again.

"This is what you want."

"I do not want……"

"This is what you want."

The moon travels through sparse clouds.

Chapter 213 Pushing the Boundaries?!

2023-05-28

*This chapter is also known as "The Lament of the Thigh Flesh".

With a hint of reluctance on her face, Yu Luying sat back down on the recliner.

"Is that so?"

She gently lifted the hem of her long skirt, raised her slender right leg, and softly placed her heel and calf on Xiao Yao's left arm.

Meanwhile, her left foot was still wearing a space slipper, resting on the balcony floor.

"Mmm, scratch it." Xiao Yao deliberately mimicked Yu Luying's previous tone, playfully coaxing her.

Yu Luying's actions were somewhat hesitant as she gently touched Xiao Yao's arms with her small feet, which were covered in pantyhose.

Xiao Yao felt Yu Luying's feet and calves sliding on his arms, and his eyes sparkled with surprise and gratitude.

He originally just wanted to have a little fun with Yu Luying, but he never expected that Yu Luying would actually go to such lengths for him.

But... what's with this kind of force, like stepping on a rag while mopping the floor?

"It's getting heavier, but it'll be soon," Xiao Yao said.

“Oh,” Yu Luying said, “How about this?”

"A little lighter, a little slower," Xiao Yao said.

“You need to be even gentler and slower,” Yu Luying said. “Feet aren’t like hands; they’re hard to control.”

"Why don't you hold on with your hands first?" the boy suggested.

"Am I going a bit too far?" he wondered.

Yu Luying hugged her knees with both hands, controlling the strength of her calves, and finally managed to slow down a little.

"Is this okay?" Yu Luying said somewhat angrily.

"It'll do alright," Xiao Yao said honestly.

"I'm not doing it anymore!" Yu Luying said angrily.

“It’s done,” Xiao Yao quickly said, “It’s done very well.”

Yu Luying's touch gradually became gentle and delicate. Her toes glided lightly across Xiao Yao's arm skin, and each touch felt like an electromagnetic wave that traveled across billions of light-years.

"I feel like the distance between us has become closer," Xiao Yao remarked.

"I didn't think so," Yu Luying said, deliberately putting on a stern face.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the recliner, as if time had stood still.

……

“Hey,” Yu Luying suddenly called out to him, “Is this a habit unique to you, or do all men have this hobby?”

"What do you mean by 'problem'?" Xiao Yao squinted his eyes slightly with satisfaction. "How can you call this a problem? Don't you think it's very 'sassy' (a Shanghai dialect term)?"

“I don’t think so,” Yu Luying subconsciously retorted, then changed to a more realistic way of putting it: “It’s alright.”

In fact, for Yu Luying, the feeling was definitely more than just "okay," otherwise she would have quit long ago.

But of course, it's not good to just admit to something like that.

If she were simply serving, she probably wouldn't feel anything. However, because she could "empathize" with Xiao Yao to an almost proportional degree, she found herself unable to stop for a while.

"Press your stomach," Xiao Yao said, slightly rolling up his vest.

"No."

"I want."

“I don’t want to,” Yu Luying said firmly.

……

Xiao Yao suddenly noticed that, from a certain angle, Yu Luying was slightly exposed.

Blue and white stripes...?

Unfortunately, before he could see it clearly, Yu Luying noticed it.

The girl forcefully pulled her skirt down: "Turn your face away, don't look at me."

"Oh~~~"

Xiao Yao lay half-reclined on the fourth-floor balcony, his gaze casually drifting towards the darkness below.

It seems my neighbor isn't home today; the balcony across the perforated partition wall is shrouded in shadow.

On Xiao Yao's balcony, there was only a single yellow incandescent light bulb, which emitted a dim, faint light.

Xiao Yao still remembers that the Gospel of John begins with the words, "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never overcome the light." Well, that's roughly the idea. But the light emitted by this light bulb seemed very weak under the heavy power of darkness surrounding it.

Despite the beautiful scenery, the lovely companionship, and the "sadness" on his arm, Xiao Yao couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation and pessimism.

He didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by darkness.

O supreme holy light, grant it to me...

A few barks came from afar, piercing the night and breaking the silence.

A few whispered conversations from the neighbors drifted over from downstairs.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and stars sparsely adorn the dark firmament.

Thin clouds drift by, sometimes obscuring the moonlight, sometimes letting it shine through, creating dappled light and shadow.

Not far away, a red signal light on an iron tower flashed incessantly, its light flickering on and off like a lonely guide.

“When I was little, I always thought it was a star,” Xiao Yao pointed to Yu Luying. “Later, it suddenly disappeared. I asked an adult and found out that it was a signal light used to guide airplanes at night. It was broken for a while.”

Yu Luying's right foot flew off her arm.

Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit up straight to thank the other party for their service when the "little airplane" landed vertically on Xiao Yao's calf again.

"Ah..." Xiao Yao gasped.

“Tell me the truth,” Yu Luying said quietly, “Do you often ask your sister to help you, like this, ‘scratching’?”

Why is it starting again? Xiao Yao thought to himself, his leg creased with pain.

“Sometimes,” the boy finally decided to answer, “but not often.”

"Is it that you don't want it, or that she won't allow it?" Yu Luying pressed.

"Of course I don't want it." Xiao Yao didn't think this could be considered a lie.

"Hmph." Yu Luying sneered.

“Hiss—” Xiao Yao said.

"Don't make that strange noise!"

The girl's movements had gone from being clumsy at the beginning to... gradually mastering the essentials.

The only descriptions are "rapid progress" and "extraordinary talent".

Her movements were delicate and graceful, as if she were performing a slow dance.

The girl's dance steps became lighter and slower.

Xiao Yao's hand instinctively reached out to grab something, then withdrew.

Yu Luying gently curled her toes, sometimes lightly stroking Xiao Yao's calves with her toes, like a gentle butterfly fluttering, sometimes lifting them upwards with the back of her foot, sometimes gliding her soft sole over them, the silky smooth touch sending a shiver down Xiao Yao's spine. She also gently stroked the instep, toes, and sole of Xiao Yao's feet with the calves and the front of his calves, each touch like a delicate ripple, warm and real.