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But, even with the servants, Xiao Mu didn't show it on her face, but it actually took her a long time to get used to having someone touch her feet. Even now, Xiao Mu would choose to apply the ointment herself, leaving the massage to the servants.

Why could Xiao Xiang do such a thing without batting an eyelid or a heartbeat...?

Does it mean that if you want to be like Xiangzi and Xiaoxiang, you must be able to be indifferent to these things?

Xiao Mu opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, wanting to stop it but not knowing how to say it. But Qingchuan Xiang would not wait for her to think of the words to convince herself.

While Xiao Mu was still confused, Qingchuan Xiang had already taken the lead. One hand was still holding Mu's ankle steadily, and the other hand had already secretly grabbed the heel of the small leather shoe on Xiao Mu's foot. With just a little force, he easily took off the shoe, revealing Mu's socks, which were mainly white and printed with several small cucumber patterns.

However, the process of making Xiao Mu extremely ashamed was not over yet. Qingchuan Xiang's hands did not stop and continued to reach for Xiao Mu's socks...

Chapter 228 Massage

As the night falls, the bright moon hangs quietly above the deep sky, seeming so far away, yet casting countless strands of silver light, like gauze and silk threads, adding the most gentle and delicate brushstrokes like water, outlining the contours of the person in front of you, the darker the shadow, the brighter her face.

Xiao Mu was in a daze for a moment, then he realized that one of his shoes had been easily taken off by Qingchuan Xiang. If he didn't stop it, even his socks would be taken off. He wanted to retract his legs, but was worried that the big movement would directly kick Xiao Xiang.

In a hurry, Xiao Mu directly stepped on Qingchuan Xiang's knees, which were lowered due to half-kneeling, and stepped on the skirt of her skirt, so that Qingchuan Xiang could only take off her socks from the ankles to the middle of the soles of her feet, and then they got stuck, and the other half was still stubbornly hanging on Xiao Mu's toes.

"Xiao Mu?" Qingchuan Xiang raised his head, seemingly puzzled by Xiao Mu's behavior. "I'm just giving you a massage."

What does "just, that's all" mean?...

Xiao Mu pursed her lips. Even when the cucumbers she was taking care of in the gardening department showed signs of wilting, she had never been so nervous.

"Just finished practicing... it's very dirty..."

Xiao Mu managed to squeeze out a weak mosquito-like voice from his mouth. Fortunately, there were no insects or birds singing at night here, otherwise even a gust of wind would probably wash away Xiao Mu's words.

As soon as he finished saying this, Xiao Mu noticed that he was stepping his "dirty" little feet directly on Qingchuan Xiang's knees, and he was pressing down very hard. For a moment, he hesitated whether to let go.

"It's okay, I don't mind. There's hot water ready for washing here."

So the focus is not on that place...

Xiaoxiang is too slow to be sensitive to these matters, even though she usually understands what I mean very quickly.

It makes people wonder if Xiaoxiang is deliberately teasing themselves.

"It will be fine in a moment. It will be very troublesome if you don't rest well and hurt your foot."

Qingchuan Xiang once again tried to gently lift Xiao Mu's foot. Mu seemed to be finally convinced and no longer resisted. Qingchuan Xiang still lifted his own foot and finally removed the last layer of barrier.

Xiao Mu's feet were exposed under the soft light, but surprisingly, they did not match the impression given by her delicate and petite appearance. Her feet, which bore traces of hard training, appeared unusually soft and tough.

Xiao Mu still seemed a little nervous, her instep tense, subconsciously arching her foot like a graceful bridge, as if still practicing. Every inch of her skin betrayed the firmness and strength left by training. Between her toes, traces of her dance shoes still lingered, a faint redness, a subtle hint of fatigue and achievement. At her ankle, slender lines outlined the dancer's unique lightness and agility, as if every vein held the energy to dance again. Behind these feet were the accumulation of countless leaps, spins, and landings, a testimony to the intertwining of sweat and tears.

"Xiao Mu is really amazing."

Qingchuan Xiang exclaimed in admiration, and stretched out four fingers to slide down along the slender lines on Xiaomu's instep, feeling the result of his hard work.

"I'm just... just practicing according to my father's instructions. If Xiaoxiang is still practicing ballet, she will definitely be better than me..."

But after hearing Qingchuan Xiang's praise, Xiao Mu did not show any joy, and even said such discouraging words.

"Mu..."

Qingchuan Xiang sighed, and the hand that was originally on Xiaomu's instep quietly moved.

"ah!"

Xiao Mu suddenly screamed, and there was a trembling smile in his voice, and the reason was the evil hand that was secretly scratching the soles of his feet.

Qingchuan Xiang also laughed twice, then immediately frowned and blamed Xiaomu.

"Okay, stop moving around. I'm going to start massaging Xiao Mu."

Qingchuan Xiang's fingers gently touched the skin, feeling its temperature and texture. Then, he began to massage with professional techniques, his fingertips dancing over the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet, sometimes gently pressing, sometimes kneading vigorously.

At first, the feeling of the massage made Xiao Mu want to pull his feet out again. Qingchuan Xiang's left and right hands rubbed the soles of his feet alternately, slowly spreading from the soles to the toes, and then from the toes to the soles of the feet. Under this delicate and thorough massage, the sore and tired foot muscles felt numb and painful as if they were liberated. The tingling electric current even spread all the way to Xiao Mu's calves, making Xiao Mu's breathing gradually become heavier.

But soon, this feeling began to turn into comfort, as if a warm and soothing force penetrated into her feet, turning into a warm current flowing in her blood vessels, spreading farther than the previous numbness, spreading throughout her body, and her tense muscles began to relax. Her originally uneasy heart became unusually peaceful and joyful.

Xiao Mu tried hard to suppress the urge to let out a breath of relief. That was not polite, and he was worried that it would be embarrassing to do so in front of Xiao Xiang.

"Huhu, now I'm going to get serious!"

Eh?

Isn't this the result of Xiaoxiang giving it her all? Or rather, what else does Xiaoxiang want to do? It's just a massage. Even a servant who has undergone similar training at home can only do what Xiaoxiang is doing now, right?

As Xiao Mu looked puzzled and inexplicably frightened, Qingchuan Xiang took out the thermos cup that had been opened and prepared, and slowly poured out warm water starting from Xiao Mu's ankles.

As soon as his tired muscles were covered with warm water, the touch of the flowing water and the just right comfortable temperature made Xiao Mu feel extremely comfortable. Compared with the soreness in his feet when he walked before, it was like a long drought finally ending in a downpour, and it even made him feel moved.

The amount of hot water in the thermos is limited. Qingchuan Xiang uses as little water as possible and pours small amounts on Xiaomu's feet multiple times. While pouring water with one hand, he also holds Xiaomu's feet with the other hand. This not only allows Xiaomu's feet to not actively exert force, but also catches the flowing water as much as possible to prevent it from falling to the ground and being wasted, so that the soles of Xiaomu's feet can also be moisturized by the warm water.

Xiao Mu inexplicably thought of the little cucumbers at school that he had carefully cared for and watered regularly.

Soon, Xiao Mu's ankles, insteps, toes, and toes were fully moistened by the warm water. Qingchuan Xiang then put down the cup of water and held up the feet that were emitting heat from the warm water with both hands.

The second round of massage began——

In front of Qingchuan Xiang, simple water seemed to have a strange magic.

Xiang's hands used greater strength than before and became more meticulous, determined to take care of every part of Xiaomu's feet, as if Xiaoxiang's hands had turned into a powerful stream of water that gathered and formed, wrapping up the remaining hot water on Xiaomu's feet, making Xiaomu think for a moment that he was soaking his feet in a basin full of water.

Qingchuan Xiang's hands were pressed tightly on Xiaomu's feet, so tightly and forcefully, with the gurgling sound of water and the sound of the slight friction between the skin, and an inexplicably astringent feeling that made people blush.

When Qingchuan Xiang pressed his palm inward, he squeezed the air between the two sides out of the gap, leaving no room for anything.

This was just the beginning. Next, Qingchuan Xiang's hands were like tentacles with suction cups, always keeping them firmly attached to Xiaomu's feet while slowly pulling them and moving them sideways to the left and right.

Such a strange feeling, but so comfortable...

The unique technique and the friction between the skin gradually heat up the contact surface, and the smoothness of the running water ensures that it will not pull up Xiaomu's tired feet after practice.

The most severely damaged part of ballet is the toes, and this is also the focus of Qingchuan Xiang's care, and it requires the most attention and care.

Under the moistening effect of water, her fingers can reach deeper into the gaps between the toes, kneading and stretching them with gentle but firm force, just like interlocking fingers. Qingchuan Xiang's slender fingers deftly inserted between Xiaomu's toes, cleaning this most easily overlooked place with imperceptible shaking.

"Does it hurt?"

Although he had been very careful, this was still the most vulnerable and critical part of the dancer. Qingchuan Xiang asked Xiaomu just in case.

"..."

At this moment, Xiao Mu had no energy to answer Qingchuan Xiang's questions. Even his upper body seemed to be a little unstable, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

After a while, he reluctantly shook his head to indicate that there was no problem.

Another ten seconds of massage lasted as long as an age. Finally, before Xiao Mu could no longer bear the comfortable feeling that kept surging from his toes, Qingchuan Xiang stopped his hand movements and completed the massage of this foot.

Qingchuan Xiang also took a few pieces of tissue paper that had been prepared long ago and quickly wiped the moisture off Xiaomu's feet, and soon they became fresh and clean.

Qingchuan Xiang asked Xiaomu to leave his foot hanging in the air for a while, while he himself needed to stand up to relieve the numbness caused by squatting for too long.

Xiao Mu stretched the toes of this foot and felt that it was completely different from the other foot that was still wrapped in the small leather shoes. It felt as light as a feather and his normal strength was restored.

"Xiao Mu, do you want to put on your socks first? If you need, I have extra socks here. They're boat socks though, so I'm not sure if you're used to them, Xiao Mu."

Qingchuan Xiang, who sweats frequently and therefore keeps spare clothes in her schoolbag, naturally also puts an extra pair of socks in her bag.

"Ah."

Xiao Mu nodded. Although he was thinking about not bothering Qingchuan Xiang anymore, the refreshing feeling on his foot made Xiao Mu really not want to put on the socks that had absorbed some sweat.

But after waiting for a while, Qingchuan Xiang didn't move. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. Qingchuan Xiang blinked and couldn't help laughing:

"Xiao Mu, do you still want me to help you put on your socks? Sure~"

Qingchuan Xiang was just about to help Xiaomu put on her socks, but suddenly she felt a soft touch on her thigh. She looked down and saw that it was Xiaomu who was using the same old trick again, using her little feet to push against Qingchuan Xiang's legs, preventing her from moving forward.

"I can just do it myself..."

Xiao Mu, who had just subconsciously wanted Qingchuan Xiang to change his socks, finally came to his senses. He lowered his head, not wanting Qingchuan Xiang to see the unnatural expression on his face. He was thinking about the "unmannerly" things he had done today. If his parents knew about it, he would definitely be lectured again.

Xiao Mu took Qingchuan Xiang's schoolbag, put it on his legs, and began to search gently. However, Qingchuan Xiang didn't seem to want to waste time. He squatted down again and prepared to take off Xiao Mu's other shoe and socks.

"Xiao Mu, go find it first. You can put your clean foot on my knee first."

Worried that Xiaomu would feel embarrassed, Qingchuan Xiang deliberately patted his knees.

Xiao Mu hesitated for a moment. The series of actions that had previously heightened his sense of shame had probably lowered his threshold. Now, he actually felt that stepping on Xiao Xiang was no problem at all...

Thinking of "just accept it", Xiao Mu was like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, focusing his attention entirely on Qingchuan Xiang's schoolbag, trying to hide his inner thoughts by rummaging through it.

It was clearly a schoolbag, but there were not many books in Qingchuan Xiang's bag. It seemed that only daily homework was put in it.

In addition to the books that take up the least space, there is also a water bottle. In addition to Xiaoxiang's thermos, there is also a water cup and a bottle of mineral water.

Finally, there is the bag that should contain Qingchuan Xiang’s clothes - I don’t know why there are two bags. Then I think about the fact that Xiaoxiang is not wearing a school uniform now, maybe one of them is the clothes Xiaoxiang wore today?

Xiao Mu was a bit puzzled. Which bag was Xiao Xiang's spare clothes? He couldn't tell which one was Xiao Xiang's just by looking at it, because Qingchuan Xiang usually wore shirts that looked like school uniforms...

There was no other way, so Xiao Mu had to just pick a bag at random and open it. He raised his head slightly to glance at Xiao Xiang's actions, and saw that she was concentrating on massaging his other foot. Feeling inexplicably guilty, he reached into the bag and gently rummaged through it.

As soon as Xiao Mu's hand touched the clothes, he felt a wet touch. He immediately knew that this must be the clothes worn by Xiao Xiang, and the wet marks were most likely the sweat left by Xiao Xiang, who sweated easily.

There really wasn't any sweat smell...it was just like pure water. Xiao Mu moved his nose imperceptibly but didn't smell anything strange. It was similar to when he accidentally splashed water on himself while watering the cucumbers, wasn't it?

After all, these were clothes worn by Xiaoxiang. Fortunately, Xiaoxiang should still be wearing her underwear. There were only school uniform tops and bottoms in the bag, and of course, no socks.

Even if there were any, I couldn't wear the socks Xiaoxiang just wore today...

Xiao Mu quickly tied the bag of clothes again and put it back, then opened the other bag with confidence. It felt dry and he knew it was the spare clothes that Xiao Xiang had not worn yet.

However, after Xiao Mu was relieved about whether the clothes were worn by Xiao Xiang, he temporarily forgot about another thing he had just been thankful for.

As soon as Xiao Mu took away the top shirt in the bag, what appeared in his eyes was a set of matching underwear with simple blue and white stripes.

Snapped!

There was a muffled sound, Qingchuan Xiang raised his head and looked at Xiao Mu: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Mu was speechless and just shook his head again.

Qingchuan Xiang was used to Xiao Mu's silence, and at the same time, his sharp insight that seemed to have disappeared before suddenly returned. After thinking about the source of the muffled sound for a while, he immediately guessed it.

"Fufu, is Xiaomu also embarrassed about my clothes? I've touched her feet before."

Snapped.

This time the sound was much clearer. It was the sound of Xiao Mu silently resisting, stepping lightly on Qingchuan Xiang's knees with his bare feet.

Xiaoxiang must have pretended to know nothing just to amuse him. Xiangzi had never done such an excessive thing!

But it was really Xiaomu who misunderstood Qingchuan Xiang.

Well, at least now Xiao Mu has successfully found that pair of short boat socks, which is a cause for celebration.

Chapter 229 Relaxation

"Do you feel better now, Xiaomu?"

While Xiaomu was searching for his socks with many twists and turns, Qingchuan Xiang became more familiar with the process and spent less time massaging his foot than the previous one, but the massage was just as comfortable. He provided a clean and efficient one-stop service including massage, washing and drying.

Moreover, even during the first time, he was not unfamiliar at all. His sophisticated massage techniques showed that he had practiced and studied them for a long time.

"How come Xiaoxiang is so skilled..."

Xiao Mu couldn't help but ask.

"Skilled? Are you referring to the massage just now?" Qingchuan Xiang shook his hands which were slightly warm due to the hot water and massaging Xiaomu, and was still casually thinking that it would be great if he had a basin of ice water to cool down at this time.

"Hmm..." Xiao Mu nodded.

But in fact, it is not entirely referring to Xiaoxiang's proficiency in massage techniques. What Xiaomu wants to ask is, does Xiang often do similar intimate behaviors with other girls?

Such an incident happened just because of an accidental encounter with Xiaoxiang. Xiaomu felt a little uncomfortable imagining what Xiangzi, who was in the same school and class as Xiaoxiang, did with Xiang every day.

"Xiao Mu is learning ballet from Sister Wu Zi, right?"

"Yes."

"When I was in junior high, my elder sister met Miss Wuzi. It seemed like they hit it off quite well, and we became good friends. There was a time when Miss Wuzi, before she officially became a ballet teacher, would often come to the bookstore when she had some free time. "Xiao Mu, can you help me get that bottle of mineral water in my bag?"

As Qingchuan Xiang spoke, he asked Xiaomu to take out the mineral water. After all the hot water in the thermos had been used to moisturize Xiaomu's feet, Xiang had no choice but to use the hidden energy on his back, the bottle of mineral water that could not be used unless in the most urgent moment.

He gestured to Xiaomu to unscrew the bottle cap and slowly pour out the water at a gentle angle. Qingchuan Xiang began to wash his hands with the water.

Although Qingchuan Xiang wanted to wash his hands with cold water, it was a hot day and the mineral water in his bag had already become a little warm, which was only slightly cooler than the water in the thermos.

"Anyway, after Wuzi became a ballet teacher, she jokingly asked my older sister if she wanted to try ballet. My older sister wasn't interested, but I was thinking of trying something new...

“After practicing it over and over again and gradually deepening my practice, I finally got to the point where I could use massage techniques.”

"So...it turns out that Kiriko-sensei taught you this?"