Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

The light blue skirt rode up a bit because of this movement, revealing more of the skin of her calves covered by black stockings.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the stockings and giving them a delicate sheen.

Lin Yu's hands were large with long, slender fingers. Through the thin black stockings, the contours of her calf muscles could be clearly felt.

"No, no need for this..." Arya's voice trembled slightly as she tried to pull her foot back, but Lin Yu held it firmly.

"I rested my head on your pillow for so long, it's only right." Lin Yu's voice was calm:

"Let me give you a massage; maybe you'll sleep better that way."

As he spoke, Lin Yu's fingers began to move.

Starting from the ankle, use your thumb to press slowly and firmly along the muscle lines on the back of the calf.

The black silk fabric was so thin that it offered almost no barrier, allowing the warmth of Lin Yu's fingertips to penetrate clearly and soothe his skin.

Arya shuddered, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair tightly.

Lin Yu pressed his thumb on his calf, which was stiff from years of labor. He increased the pressure and slowly massaged it in circles.

As the ache spread, Arya couldn't help but take a deep breath, her toes involuntarily pointing straight up.

The instep, encased in black stockings, curved gracefully with this movement, and the toes curled slightly inside the stockings.

Lin Yu's gaze lingered on that for a moment before continuing upwards.

His hand slowly moved up along the inside of his calf, to a softer, more sensitive area.

As her fingertips traced the line, Arya's body visibly tensed, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

"Relax," Lin Yu said softly, his palm covering her calf, the warmth seeping through the fabric.

Arya bit her lip, trying to relax her body, but wherever Lin Yu's fingers passed, it felt like tiny electric currents were running through her, bringing waves of tingling numbness.

After massaging his calves, Lin Yu moved his hands to his thighs.

The skirt was lifted higher by this movement, revealing the mid-thigh.

Under the moonlight, the skin of her thighs, encased in black stockings, gleamed with an alluring sheen, her muscles well-defined and firm.

Lin Yu placed his palm on it, and through the stockings, he could feel the warmth and elasticity of the skin underneath.

His thumb pressed on the inside of her thigh, the softest spot, and Arya trembled slightly at the gentle touch.

......

......

10 minutes later—

"Ugh—!"

Arya's pupils contracted sharply, her body arched violently as if struck by an electric current, and then slumped back heavily into the chair.

Lin Yu withdrew his hand and stood up, his expression unchanged.

"Okay," he said.

Arya remained seated in the chair, her body trembling slightly, and did not move for a while.

"I—" she opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, "I'm going to the restroom."

She stood up, her legs so weak she almost fell, but she managed to stay upright and staggered toward the back of the house.

Lin Yu sat down at the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it slowly.

About five minutes later, Arya returned.

She had straightened her skirt, and the blush on her face had faded somewhat, but her ears were still red, and she dared not look at Lin Yu.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yu asked, his voice calm.

Arya shook her head, twisting her fingers around the hem of her dress. "No, it's nothing."

She paused, then changed the subject, saying, "Well, all the mushrooms we picked last time have been sold out, so we have to go to the forest again tomorrow."

"Okay." Lin Yu put down his cup. "I'll go with you."

Arya looked up at him, then quickly looked away.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"You're welcome." Lin Yu stood up. "Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Arya nodded and turned to walk towards her room.

She stopped at the door and glanced back at Lin Yu.

Under the moonlight, her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: shyness, panic, and something else that was hard to define.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Good night."

The door closed gently.

Lin Yu sat at the table for a while, then got up and went back to his room.

Lie down on the bed and close your eyes.

The touch seemed to linger on my fingertips—warm, delicate, trembling skin.

There was also her suppressed gasp, her rapid breathing, and her wet, tear-filled eyes.

Lin Yu turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of his mouth.