Chapter 265: Chapter 210: Xiaoxiao’s Sweet Reward

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

Actually, Yan Qing’s attitude towards Black Wolf didn’t make her dissatisfied. Black Wolf wasn’t anyone to her, so why would Yan Qing’s hostility towards Black Wolf concern her? What she resented was Yan Qing’s subconscious coldness towards her, as if he regarded her as a stranger like Black Wolf.

Shang Xinlei’s ability to see through Yan Qing’s ’cool exterior but warm interior’ wasn’t because she was so smart; it was simply due to her rich experience. Yan Qing liked to talk big; today he might say that Jiang Shi should perish, tomorrow he’d declare that Mouse Monk should challenge the Third-Turn Secret Realm, only to say the day after that Jiang Shi or Mouse Monk had gifts for Qian Gongyu or her father.

That’s why she used the occasion to fiercely scold Yan Qing, as she wasn’t someone with a good temper either. If Yan Qing spoke like this again, she might just lose her head and argue with him. Then what? But it seems the effect of her scolding might have been a bit too good.

She looked around, picked up a plate of stuffed hot peppers and handed it over: "Eat it before it gets cold. Hurry up and eat."

Yan Qing picked up a piece and, after finishing it, commented: "The previous portion was better; I prefer spicier."

Shang Xinlei scrutinized his expression, seemingly trying to determine if he spoke truthfully or not: "Black Wolf might still be in the room, why not go find her..."

"No need." Yan Qing instinctively raised his voice, but soon softened his tone: "This has nothing to do with you... I’ve made up my mind, so just leave it be, okay?"

Towards the end, there was a faint hint of pleading in his voice. Shang Xinlei had never seen Yan Qing like this, not even when he was trapped in the Imperial Palace Secret Vault, unable to call for help. Yan Qing was never as tired as he seemed now... Black Wolf’s impact on him was far greater than Shang Xinlei had imagined.

She had a feeling that if she were harsher or simply forced him, Yan Qing might actually give in. His personality was just like his taste in food; he’d say he couldn’t eat bitter melon with beef, but if he had to, he could manage... He wasn’t as steadfast as he imagined, just felt the outcome wouldn’t be pleasant.

But it was precisely Yan Qing’s slightly weak attitude that made Shang Xinlei swallow her words.

After all, the person she cared about had never been Black Wolf.

Yan Qing seemed to realize his emotions were off and was close to dropping his facade, so he reached for the plate of stuffed peppers to avoid Shang Xinlei’s gaze: "I’ll take this back with me. Seems like lunch isn’t happening today. Let’s do it tomorrow then—"

"Wait!" Shang Xinlei stopped him: "How is it not my business?"

Yan Qing did not want to argue over trivial details with Shang Xinlei: "If you want to know what exactly happened, I’ll tell you in detail tomorrow, but right now I want to go back—"

"I’m not talking about your stuff with Black Wolf, that has nothing to do with me. Look at my leg!"

Yan Qing looked down and saw Shang Xinlei was wearing white stockings paired with shorts today. The stockings hugged her long, slightly plump legs, but now there was a large oil stain on her right stocking, as if a beautiful artwork had been defaced.

"You made me lose my grip when you hugged me just now, and oil splattered all over!" Shang Xinlei said angrily: "You can’t blame me for this, right?"

"It’s not my fault either; if it weren’t for Black Wolf—"

"But wasn’t Black Wolf coming to find you? Isn’t this ultimately your problem? You said what happens between you has nothing to do with me, so wasn’t this a disaster for me?" Shang Xinlei said defiantly: "Shouldn’t you take responsibility? Shouldn’t there be compensation?"

"Okay, okay, I’ll pay, I’ll pay." Yan Qing conceded helplessly. Indeed, Shang Xinlei was implicated by him this time, and even if she made a big deal out of it, Yan Qing accepted it: "What do you want? A Spirit Jade Token or a Secret Technique Book? But let’s be clear, removing the bandage is not within the compensation range."

"Tch."

"You’re really that persistent?"

"Of course not." Shang Xinlei went to open the wardrobe, and Yan Qing could see it was packed full, evidently serving as her temporary changing room since she could switch outfits anytime here.

She took out a white fabric from inside and tossed it to Yan Qing. When he looked down, he saw it was a pair of white silk stockings. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Huh?" Yan Qing was somewhat confused, "What do you mean?"

However, Shang Xinlei was already sitting on the bed, her hands on the mattress, and with an arrogant air she called to him: "You dirtied my stockings, so shouldn’t you help me change them? Or should I go back wearing stockings with oil stains? I have to meet Eldest Miss Jie in the afternoon!"

"What are you standing there for, pup servant? Hurry up and help this young lady change her stockings!"

Yan Qing looked at the stockings in his hand, glanced at her legs, and fell silent.

Actually, Shang Xinlei regretted it somewhat after speaking, feeling her face heat up as if it were burning under Yan Qing’s gaze. She instinctively pressed her legs together and looked away to cover up her retreat: "If you don’t want to, never mind. Tell you what, tomorrow I want to eat from the Kitchen God Building—ah ah!"

In the instant when Yan Qing grabbed her calf, Shang Xinlei’s whole body tensed up as if she had been electrified. She looked down to see Yan Qing squatting by the bed, holding her calf with his right hand, causing her to lift her foot.

Today, she wore red leather shoes with a strap for support at the ankle. After unbuckling it, Yan Qing inserted a finger into the heel and gently hooked the shoe off, revealing her foot wrapped in white silk pantyhose. Although Shang Xinlei was accustomed to having a maid assist her with putting on and taking off shoes and socks every day, she now felt so shy about her stockinged feet being exposed that she wanted to cover her face.

But what came next was the main event.

With both hands, he slid along her pantyhose, his fingertips lightly grazing her ankle, calf, and knee, until they reached the end of the pantyhose. When Yan Qing’s fingers touched her thigh, Shang Xinlei felt dizzy as if she’d had too much to drink, wanting to kick Yan Qing away in a drunken craze, yet feeling too weak to move.

With his index and middle fingers, he slipped inside the stockings, inch by inch peeling them down. The pantyhose made a slick sound against her skin as they were removed, revealing her smooth, tight thighs, well-proportioned calves, and slender ankles, until her tense arches and curled toes were exposed, white and elegant like porcelain. It could even make one envious of the pantyhose about to be put back on.

Yan Qing spread open the pantyhose, first slipping her foot in, then holding her calf to slide the hose upward, pausing slightly at the knee before sliding them up to her thigh. He smoothed them from bottom to top again, ensuring not a single wrinkle, letting his palms flatten every detail so the pantyhose would cling perfectly to every curve.

He kept his head down, missing how Shang Xinlei’s face had turned a shade so red it was almost bleeding, her hands clutching the bed sheets tightly, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip. She had thought the greatest challenge was taking off the pantyhose, but putting them back on was even worse, as this little brat caressed her legs twice—his palms felt so warm like they were lit by fire oil, yet... somewhat comfortable.

Once Yan Qing helped her into her shoes, Shang Xinlei exhaled deeply, feeling her entire body relaxing, softly saying, "Alright, since it’s changed, you can now—what are you doing!"

Yan Qing caught her left leg that had kicked over, using his left hand to hold her right leg still, responding, "You handed me a pair of pantyhose, of course I’m going to change them all for you."

"But the left one isn’t dirty!"

"I don’t care."

"I don’t want this, stop it!"

"Too late."

Shang Xinlei found she couldn’t kick him or escape, having to watch him repeat his tricks. Slowly and leisurely, he took off her pantyhose, then meticulously helped her into a new pair, each part of the new stockings almost entirely covered by his body heat... When his palms smoothed the stockings upward, Shang Xinlei’s whole body tensed, her legs even clamping around his hand... She thought she was just giving him a taste, but he seemed to want it all!

Once Yan Qing helped her put on her shoes again, Shang Xinlei immediately slammed her knees together, glaring fiercely at him. However, her expression of being thoroughly bullied held little intimidation, her eyes teary as if about to cry, her cheeks flushed a crimson that seemed hot enough to cook an egg.

"You little brat! Bastard! Pervert! Mummy man!" she scolded.

Yan Qing feigned ignorance: "Wasn’t I just following your instructions to help you put on pantyhose? Why are you still angry?"

Shang Xinlei trembled with rage, "Taking advantage and playing innocent, is that it?"

Two shimmery sounds rang out as she pulled out a pair of Legendary Flying Rings from her Storage Ring, emitting an orange glow!

What? Seriously? She’s really exploding? Was I that over the line?

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, Yan Qing immediately darted towards the door: "Oh right, your dishes are still in the outer hall, I’ll take care of—"

"Wait, don’t go!"

Yan Qing froze on the spot, thinking he was done for this time. It seemed Shang Xinlei was genuinely angry this time, yet she had looked so amusing just now, who could resist teasing her? The feel of it came second... although it was quite nice...

"I don’t know what happened between the Rabbit Heroine and Black Wolf," Shang Xinlei began slowly, "I only know you, I know who you are, so... I trust you."

Yan Qing was taken aback, turning his head to look at her, pursing his lips tightly.

"I will tell you the whole story tomorrow," she continued.

"Alright," Shang Xinlei nodded: "One more thing."

"Uh-huh?"

"If you’re willing to be my little dog servant, I could allow you to change my pantyhose once a day, how’s that?"

His response was a loud slamming of the door.