Helpless in the face of it, Jiang Feng couldn't refuse Murong Qian's request, so he had no choice but to take that soft, fair, delicate little foot of hers, as flawless as a piece of uncut jade, into his hand, place it on his thigh, and start kneading and massaging it.

Murong Qian's face suddenly flushed red again. She lowered her eyes to look at Jiang Feng, inwardly so shy she couldn't help herself, yet at the same time feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

After Jiang Feng finished massaging one, he grabbed Murong Qian's other little foot as well. With both hands working at once like this, the sudden double assault made it even harder for Murong Qian to take.

"Well? How's that, is the pressure okay?"

Jiang Feng forced himself not to look at Murong Qian's stunningly beautiful face. His fingers kept working, pressing several acupoints on her sole in succession.

"Ah…"

Murong Qian finally couldn't hold back and let out a soft moan. She felt like she really was about to surrender, so she simply braced her hands behind her, half lying on the sofa, gazing tenderly at Jiang Feng, her eyes so soft and moist they could almost drip water…

"You little rascal, where did you learn this trick, huh? Feels like it's not your first time doing this. How many girls have you tested it on?"

Murong Qian could swear, with this massage skill of Jiang Feng's, never mind her, put it on any girl and no one would be able to resist.

"It's not that exaggerated. I'm just pressing along the meridians and acupoints on your foot, that's all. Simple stuff." Jiang Feng answered beside the point, deftly changing the subject.

"Hmph!"

How could Murong Qian not know how sly Jiang Feng was? She narrowed her pretty eyes, wanting to ask more, but Jiang Feng's thumbs suddenly pressed down again, making her let out another helpless little moan.

Right now, because Murong Qian was half reclining, her skirt couldn't cover those long, fair thighs at all.

And as she twisted her body uncomfortably, the scenery beneath the skirt was practically laid bare before Jiang Feng's eyes without the slightest concealment.

Jiang Feng didn't dare look any closer; he just kept his head down, focusing on serving the jade-like feet in his hands.

Only after quite a while did he finally let go: "Okay, that's about it."

"Mm…"

Murong Qian was already on the edge of going limp and boneless. After Jiang Feng's massage, the drowsiness and fatigue she'd had actually disappeared without a trace; all that was left was an endless fluttering in her heart.

"You little rascal, go take a shower, I'm gonna go change." She lightly tapped Jiang Feng with her toes.

Jiang Feng also needed to cool down; a cold shower would do him good. Plus, he'd dealt with so many Walking Corpses at the Zunxiang Club tonight that there was a weird smell clinging to him—it was pungent enough that even he found it irritating.

So Jiang Feng got up first and went into the bathroom to shower.

Murong Qian, on the other hand, lay there for quite a while before slowly scooting herself off the sofa. Her gaze turned toward the bathroom, her eyes rarely so languid and sultry. As if she'd made some sort of decision, she finally rose lightly to her feet and, with a shy smile, walked into the bedroom.

...

Not long after, Jiang Feng finished his shower and came out, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. When he walked back into the living room, he saw that Murong Qian had already skillfully laid out a set of pajamas for him. She smiled sweetly and said, "I bought these for you. You never had the chance to stay over at my place before. They're finally coming in handy today."

Jiang Feng felt a wave of awkwardness. He'd originally been thinking it was about time to head back, but looking at this setup, it was obvious Murong Qian was determined to keep him here!

"What, you really want to leave?" Murong Qian seemed to see right through his thoughts and snapped, "You can be so relaxed around other people, but when it comes to me you turn all stiff and shy? That's not like you."

"Who says I want to leave? I never said that. Go take your shower, it's already really late." Jiang Feng hurriedly contradicted his own thoughts.

"Hmph!" Murong Qian shot him a look, then finally relaxed, walking barefoot toward the bathroom.

Jiang Feng let out a sigh. This ripe, sultry "big sister" was really too tempting. He was genuinely afraid that if he stayed alone with her any longer, he really would make a mistake. His gaze drifted to the guest room just outside Murong Qian's bedroom.

This dorm was a two-bedroom apartment. Besides Murong Qian's room, the guest room was especially for visitors, and there was a big bed inside as well.

Jiang Feng immediately seized the opportunity and went in.

He planned to take advantage of the time while Murong Qian was showering to go in and pretend to be asleep first. That way, when Murong Qian came out, she wouldn't say anything more, and the two of them could neatly sidestep the awkwardness.

He had no idea that while the plan sounded good in his head, once he went in, he simply lay down on the bed and started "sleeping." But over ten minutes later, when Murong Qian finished her bath and came out to find the living room empty, she immediately came looking for him.

"You… you little rascal! Are you doing this on purpose just to piss me off?"

Murong Qian practically wanted to grind her teeth. How could she not be mad?! They were already at this stage, and Jiang Feng was still putting on an act and insisting on sleeping separately from her. Wasn't this just lying to himself?

"Don't you dare pretend to be asleep, you heartless little thing, get up!"

Murong Qian, cheeks blazing, came to the bedside and reached out to push Jiang Feng.

But Jiang Feng was dead set on playing possum. He simply wouldn't "wake up," not even blinking an eye.

"You… you're trying to drive me crazy, is that it? I don't believe you can actually sleep like this!"

Murong Qian's face was already completely red. In exasperation she extended a slender, white jade finger and gently pinched Jiang Feng's nose, wanting to see how long he could keep up the act.

But when it came to "playing dead," no one could beat Jiang Feng. Even with his nose pinched, he didn't make a sound; he just reflexively brushed Murong Qian's little hand away and even started fake-snoring for good measure.

"You… you really fell asleep?!"

Murong Qian was utterly speechless. On such a fine night, in such a springtime moment, this guy actually went to sleep? Could he be any more oblivious?

"One of these days you really are going to piss me to death, you little rascal. You… you're not even as good as a woman like me. You're a block of elm wood, a lump of stone!"

Besides being angry, Murong Qian felt even more wronged.

To please Jiang Feng, she had specifically changed into a sexy bathrobe before coming out of the bathroom—hazy and half-revealing, her delicate curves faintly visible. But Jiang Feng hadn't even spared her a single glance and just went straight to sleep on his own. How could that not break her heart?