"How about we try again! I'll really try to control myself…" Jiangg Yao felt quite guilty, especially when she lifted Chen Yuan's shirt and saw that the spot where she'd kicked him was faintly red.

In that instant, she started blaming herself.

Yaoyao hated it more than anything when someone hurt Chen Yuan—anyone at all. She treasured him as if he were a priceless gem. And yet now, just because she wasn't ready, she had inexplicably done something so irrational.

At that moment, Jiangg Yao wanted to curse her own body for being so spoiled and unruly.

'It just wouldn't listen to her!'

"Uh…"

Chen Yuan's heart still hammered in his chest. He'd been determined to pull her pantyhose off in one swift motion, but Jiangg Yao's reflexive counterattack was genuinely brutal.

The kick had landed on his shoulder, which was bearable. But if she'd kicked somewhere else, she might have actually crippled him.

"Don't be scared. I swear I won't move this time."

"Really?"

"Trust me one more time."

"Alright, then."

Chen Yuan tentatively reached out and squeezed her soft little foot. Even through the fabric, it felt incredible—so delicate and warm.

The slight touch made Jiangg Yao shift uncomfortably, her back brushing against the heavy sofa cushions.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"No, it's… a little ticklish…"

It's a well-known fact that for most women, their feet are one of their sensitive spots. For some, it's their ankles; for others, the soles of their feet.

A very famous psychologist once posited that the more inwardly conservative a woman is, the more significance she places on her feet. It isn't a conscious state of mind, but something hidden in the subconscious.

Sometimes, they themselves aren't even aware of it.

Don't believe it? You could even test this theory on women on the street sitting with a prim posture—you'd likely find that most are extremely averse to having their feet touched.

Jiangg Yao fought back the strange sensation, a soft whimper escaping her lips—a mixture of pain and pleasure. She turned her face away.

"Ready?"

"Mmm~~"

She was like a cat being petted, her entire body melting uncontrollably.

Quick as a flash, Chen Yuan reached out. But the instant his fingers grasped the fabric at her waist, the unthinkable happened: Jiangg Yao kicked out again!

He ducked his head sharply.

'Those eighteen-year-old reflexes were no joke; he was incredibly agile.'

"I knew it!"

Having dodged the fatal blow, Chen Yuan's heart swelled with pride.

Heh!

'Now *that's* what I call a quick dodge!'

Jiangg Yao froze, stunned. Flustered, she quickly drew her legs together and reached out to cup Chen Yuan's cheeks, her own face paling.

"I didn't hurt you, did I…"

"Of course not. I was ready for it."

"What in the world is wrong with me… I was trying so hard to control myself!"

"I know. It feels like maybe you just aren't ready yet."

"How about…?" Jiangg Yao fell silent for a moment, blinking as she looked at him. "One more…"

"No, no, no. I've had enough dodging practice for one day. Maybe that initial awkwardness from seeing each other again hasn't worn off. We can try again when we're a little closer."

"Then I'll just do it myself…"

Jiangg Yao pouted ruefully. It seemed every time she made up her mind, even after fantasizing through all the steps, things never went her way.

'Oh well. Maybe there'll be other chances.'

'If I'm this resistant, I can't even imagine how Ningning would be.'

With a slight tug, she pulled off her pantyhose and let out a long sigh. A pair of dazzlingly pale legs came into Chen Yuan's view. They were long, smooth, and toned, without a single blemish!

Her pretty toes, small and exquisite like little candies, made him want to kneel down and admire them inch by inch.

And they were painted with a shimmering nude nail polish.

Chen Yuan was instantly mesmerized. It had been a while, but her legs were just as flawless, just as alluring as ever!

'And these are my girlfriend's legs!'

'This is pure bliss!' 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The visual impact was immense. Her legs looked far more supple and inviting than those of any high-fashion model in a magazine, especially lying stretched out on the sofa, just inches away from him.

Next, Jiangg Yao took off her trench coat, folded it neatly, and set it aside.

"This thing was killing me. It was cinched so tight my waist is sore."

Freed from the confines of her coat, the figure Jiangg Yao had worked so hard to cultivate was revealed. The sight instantly short-circuited the inexperienced Chen Yuan's brain, as if a lightning bolt had struck him dumb.

The trench coat she'd been wearing had a high collar fastened with two interlocking, ivory-like buttons, so nothing underneath was visible from the outside.

But underneath, she was only wearing a black cutout sweater, with a hint of delicate lace just below her collarbones.

He could just make out the dazzling, pale curve of her skin.

Overall, the outfit had a sophisticated air, yet with a sultry undertone.

This "sultriness" wasn't cheap, but rather an expression of her womanliness.

One could just imagine how speechless and annoyed Jiangg Ning must have been that morning when Jiangg Yao put on an outfit so drastically different from her usual style.

At the time, Jiangg Ning had been packing a suitcase by the wardrobe. She'd looked up, sizing up her sister for a long moment before rolling her eyes. "Who are you trying to impress, dressing like that?"

"Oh? Jealous?" was how Jiangg Yao had replied.

She had then deliberately struck a pose, beckoning to her older sister with a finger. "Come on. As a reward, I'll let you be my little pet."

"Get lost! You're really asking for a beating!"

A few seconds later, as Jiangg Ning lunged for her like a pouncing predator, Yaoyao had already made a triumphant escape.

In the past, Jiangg Yao could only have been called a cute girl.

Now, she had blossomed into a great beauty, one whose looks were in no way inferior to Jiangg Ning's.

Sophisticated?

It was just a matter of whether she wanted to be.

A truly captivating woman knows how to be both mature and adorable.

And since Jiangg Ning didn't know how to act cute and play coy, by that metric, Yaoyao was already winning by a landslide.

"I don't want to move… I'm so tired…"

「At this moment.」

「In the living room.」

Yaoyao's mood had soured. Her plan had failed, and it felt like she'd lost everything. Soon, she'd have to cede her place to her sister. 'Was this fleeting joy a blessing or a punishment…?'

"Then I'll carry you to bed for a nap."

Chen Yuan stroked Yaoyao's hair and crouched down. He slid one arm under the warmth of her knees, wrapped the other around her waist, and with a small grunt of effort, lifted her clean into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against him like a delicate bird.

'Even though she wasn't happy, she was determined to savor every second of this tenderness that was hers and hers alone.'

In the bedroom, with the curtains lightly drawn, Jiangg Yao kissed Chen Yuan's cheek. Satisfied, she took his hand and placed it on her waist. She rested her head on the soft pillow, inhaling the scent that was so uniquely her beloved's. Pulling the covers up, she lazily buried her face in them, even propping her fair, delicate feet up on him while one of her hands idly kneaded his abs.

'Now, *this* was the life.'

'This was what being in love was all about.'

Jiangg Yao took a few contented breaths and, like a little octopus, wrapped herself completely around Chen Yuan.