"A Decade of Silent Love—Exposed by the Bullet Screens"
Chapter 18
[Damn! I gave a gift to the app to see what they are doing inside , but he is just massaging her feet for me to see! It's a fraud!]
In the luxurious master bedroom, Shi Ning was perched on a plush sofa. Qin Heye, meanwhile, sat on a small stool before her, her sprained foot resting gently on his lap. He poured a fragrant, blood-activating potion into his hands, its cool liquid contrasting with the warmth of his skin, and began to massage her ankle.[Read More Here]
He listened intently to her every whimper and sigh, subtly adjusting his movements and the pressure.
"Qin Heye, harder," Shi Ning commanded, her voice a soft murmur. "It's too light, my ankle can't even feel it."
He pressed down with more force.
"Ah!" Shi Ning cried out, a genuine yelp of pain. "It's too heavy! And the position is all wrong!"
Shi Ning's voice was naturally sweet, and now, tinged with pain, it took on an even more delicate, almost seductive quality. Qin Heye visibly bristled, enduring it for as long as he could. Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes have a tell-tale reddish hue, and his voice came out a hoarse rasp. "Stop screaming!"
Shi Ning's lips formed a pout, aggrieved. "You're massaging without any strength, then you're hurting me with all your force ! If I don't scream, how will you know if I'm comfortable or not?" She sniffled, feigning offense. "You're not doing it properly, my feet hurt even more. Are you going to take responsibility?"
Qin Heye's eyes darkened, and the pressure of his hands tightened just a fraction. His palms were warm, the medicine cool, and suddenly, the strength and position were just right. Shi Ning let out a blissful sigh. "Yes, it's right there. A little more pressure, that's very comfortable."
Qin Heye closed his eyes, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. His well-defined Adam's apple bobbed.
"Shi Ning!" he gritted out.
"Hmm?" she questioned innocently.
"Stop screaming!" he repeated, applying a bit more pressure to her ankle. "Otherwise, I won't help you massage your feet."
Shi Ning looked at him with wide, confused eyes, then her gaze flickered to the ever-present barrage.
[The big villain is a dead pretender! He obviously got angry, but he didn't let the female supporting role scream! Besides, it's been half an hour, it's already done, and he's still threatening, pretending!]
[Don't you see where he put the female supporting role's feet? He almost knelt down to beg Shi Ning, stepping on him like a kitten.]
[The female supporting role's feet are really beautiful, with ankles, white and tender. The foot models in my company are not as beautiful as hers. [Read More Here]
No wonder the villain couldn't let go of them while applying medicine.]
[It's actually a foot massage! Author, you big liar, give me back my little gift! Little gift!]
[Shi Ning, remember that you are a vicious female supporting role, don't whitewash yourself, you don't love Qin Heye, you hate him to death, step on him hard now! Step on him to pieces! Show him some color!]
[What color? Red or yellow?]
[Don't step on it, it will make the villain feel good! Just kick him over!]
Shi Ning's face flushed crimson as she read the barrage. What were these "little yellow girls" doing now?! She'd just sprained her foot! Qin Heye was merely applying medicine and giving her a foot massage!
But... the barrage's words resonated more colourfully as time passes. She couldn't help but look at Qin Heye again. His handsome face remained as cold as ice, his deep black eyes indifferent and devoid of emotion, like a male model giving a massage at some exclusive club. Only his ears, like twin beacons, were cooked-beet red.
Shi Ning's gaze drifted downwards. Her sprained foot was still resting on Qin Heye's thigh. His slender, powerful hands rhythmically pressed her ankle. The placement of her foot was incredibly deliberate. With the slightest shift, she could feel the subtle ripple of his mermaid line. And if she moved her foot further down... she could touch Qin Heye's restricted area.
[Liar! Return my little gift! Little gift! Little gift!]
Shi Ning glanced at the barrage, now a torrent of demands for "repayment," then back at the outwardly cold and indifferent Qin Heye. The debt to her fans, it seemed, still needed to be collected.
She covered her face with both hands, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and called out to him, her voice laced with deliberate malice. "Qin Heye."
He responded, his tone still distant. "Yeah."
"Do my feet look good?" she asked, slowly removing her hands, her eyes fixed on his.
Qin Heye lowered his gaze, observing the delicate, white feet resting on his legs, their nails a subtle pink. His voice, still cold, came out restrained. "Not bad."
Shi Ning's grin widened, her malice deepening. She gently and teasingly, pressed her foot onto Qin Heye's abdominal muscles. "Do you like it?"
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