I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

The steamed bun on my lower abdomen is finished.

For Huo Nianci, this was just the appetizer.

And the next place was her fair and tender thighs.

She's not stingy with money here.

He arranged the pieces of steamed bun along his thigh in a whole string.

It extends from above the knee all the way to the junction of the thigh and lower abdomen.

Looking at the string of plump, white steamed buns, Lin An was surprised: "Eating so many?"

"Is this considered a lot?" Huo Nianci counted the number of steamed buns on top and said, "It's only 21 pieces."

21 yuan...

If it were a normal meal, 21 yuan wouldn't be much, but it's for her soft, white legs.

Can this be the same?

Looking at those tender, white legs, Lin An couldn't help but swallow again.

Then he slowly bent down again and moved along the direction of the string of steamed bun pieces.

He took a step forward after each piece he ate.

Her rosy lips brushed against the skin of her thigh.

Huo Nianci instinctively pulled her legs back as she moved from her knees down her lower thighs to near her upper thighs.

Lin An paused for a moment, chewed the remaining piece of steamed bun in his mouth, and said, "Why don't we skip the last piece?"

"No," Huo Nianci said, reaching out and pressing his head down to make him lower his head again and eat the last piece of steamed bun.

At the same time, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm~".

When Lin An stood up again, there was only a small half plate of steamed buns left.

Seeing Huo Nianci's slightly flushed cheeks, Lin An tentatively asked, "Is it okay to eat this much?"

"How is that possible?" Then, Huo Nianci stood up slightly, grabbed a few pieces of steamed bun from the buns next to her, and placed them on the light gray clothes on the little rabbit.

"Next, eat here."

"Huh?" Lin An's worst fears came true; Huo Nianci was indeed not content with conventional positions.

"Are you really sure you want to eat this?" Lin An asked Huo Nianci again.

Huo Nianci narrowed her eyes: "An'an, can you stop pretending to be innocent? You've already seen so much more, and you're still babbling on and on."

Lin An: "..."

Faced with her complaints, he no longer hesitated.

It's like an eagle nibbling at a rabbit.

As Lin An's lips touched her, Huo Nianci's calves suddenly exerted force, and her entire lower abdomen was momentarily suspended in mid-air.

Her strong reaction startled Lin An: "Nianci, you?"

"It's none of your business," Huo Nianci said, biting her lip, her face flushed. "Continue."

"Oh, okay," Lin An sucked up another small piece of steamed bun.

When he stood up again, Huo Nianci's face was flushed even more.

But that red was completely different from the blushing red of a young girl; it was a red of pure happiness.

At that moment, he saw that there were only two steamed buns left on the plate.

Lin An thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, Huo Nianci sat up directly from the table.

Pick up one of the pieces, bend down and place it on the back of your foot.

White pieces of steamed bun were stuck to the skin on the back of her feet; her small feet, as white as jade, had just a few small pieces of steamed bun resting there.

Lin An never expected that there could be so many ways to eat this steamed bun; he'd already overlooked the earlier ones.

Can you eat your feet?

Just as Lin An was wondering, Huo Nianci suddenly looked up at him and said, "You have to eat your feet too."

Lin An looked down at the steamed bun she had placed on the back of her foot, then looked up at Huo Nianci's expression and asked again, "You eat from your feet too?"

"Is An'an disgusted with me?" Huo Nianci tilted her head to look at him: "I wash my feet every day, they smell nice."

"Moreover, feet are also a place that can greatly enhance happiness," Huo Nianci said.

"Really?" Lin An asked. "Who said that?"

"I said," Huo Nianci hooked his lower abdomen with her other foot, "An'an, can you hurry up? This angle is really tiring."

"Okay," Lin An swallowed reluctantly, his lips pressed against the skin on the back of her foot.

After sensing Huo Nianci tremble slightly again, he ate the steamed bun.

Then came the other foot, and the other piece of steamed bun.

When Lin An swallowed the last bit of steamed bun in his mouth, he felt that his stomach was completely filled with those small pieces of steamed bun.

The table was empty; only a few crumbs of steamed bun remained in the white porcelain dish.

"An'an finished eating, that's great!" Huo Nianci sat up from the table, adjusting the position of her bra strap with her fingers.

Then she picked up the sundress from the chair and put it back on.

She sat back in her chair and gestured with her chin toward Lin An: "Alright, sit down and eat properly."

"Wait a moment," Lin An said, sitting down opposite her and picking up his chopsticks.

There was still a bowl of rice in front of him, but his stomach was already mostly filled with pieces of steamed buns.

He picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. Then he picked up a piece of pork rib, but ate it very slowly.

Huo Nianci, on the other hand, was more excited.

She pulled the plate of shredded pork with green peppers to her face and ate it all, bite after bite.

She scraped the plates clean, leaving only a layer of reddish-brown oil stains on the bottom of the white porcelain plates.

After finishing her meal, she pushed the empty plate back to the center of the table, leaned back in her chair, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand: "I'm full."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Lin An: "An'an, are you full too?"

Lin An glanced at the half-eaten rice in his bowl and nodded: "I'm full."

"Is that all An'an ate?" Huo Nianci looked at the rice in her bowl. "Do you want me to feed you?"

"No, I'm really full," Lin An waved his hand. "Those little steamed buns I ate earlier took up a lot of space."

"Okay," Huo Nianci stood up, walked around the dining table to him, and reached out to take his wrist.

"Now that An'an has eaten, let's go exercise."

Lin An frowned: "Going downstairs for exercise again?"

Huo Nianci shook her head: "This time it's not the high-intensity kind, just a few simple movements will do."

Just a simple task?

What kind of exercise is so simple?

Before he could react, Huo Nianci pulled him toward the master bedroom.

"Actually, to be precise, it's the housework I didn't finish last night."

Lin An was even more confused now.

The chores I didn't finish last night?

He racked his brains and realized that during the time he stayed at Huo Nianci's house, almost all the housework was done by Aunt Sun.

Grandma Sun took care of everything herself: laundry, sweeping, wiping tables, cooking, and washing dishes.

He had never seen a single chore left undone, let alone anything "unfinished".

Before he could ask, Huo Nianci had already pulled him open the master bedroom door and led him to the bathroom door.

She released his wrist and pointed to the white bamboo basket of dirty clothes in the bathroom.

The bamboo basket was empty; most of the clothes had already been washed.

Only a few items remained, lying forlornly at the bottom of the basket.

Two light-colored underwear, white and cotton, with a thin lace trim around the edges, and a pair of white socks.

And the gray underwear that Lin An changed out of last night.

They lay quietly at the bottom of the bamboo basket, a row of items deliberately set aside, waiting to be processed separately.

Huo Nianci bent down, picked up the bamboo basket, and placed it on the ground next to the sink. Then she turned to look at him and said, "This is the housework we haven't finished."

She pointed to the two pieces of underwear and the white socks, then to his gray underwear: "Now I'll wash An'an's, and An'an will wash mine."

Seeing the underwear and socks, Lin An suddenly remembered that Huo Nianci had specifically told Sun Ma about it before he went to school that morning.

Don't touch these clothes; wait until she comes back to wash them.

So this is what unfinished housework looks like...

Lin An clicked his tongue, while Huo Nianci quickly picked up his underwear, preparing to hand wash it.

She also gestured towards Lin An with her chin: "An'an, I have three pieces of underwear, you can pick one first."

Lin An's gaze darted back and forth between the three pieces of underwear.

In the end, I chose the less private white socks first, intending to hand wash them.