These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Using a technique of first criticizing to elevate the argument?"

"Well, it is."

"So what does Sister Xitong plan to do?"

Wei Tu looked at her curiously.

The skirt slipped slightly down her calves.

Her fair and delicate skin appeared before her eyes, but her feet, which were still covered by socks, were nowhere to be seen.

So she said.

"Do you find your socks cumbersome?"

"Hmm... a little, can I take it off?"

"Okay, but you can't touch me, or I'm not playing anymore."

"it is good."

So Wei Tu carefully took the socks off her feet. There was no strange smell; on the contrary, her feet were as delicate as a baby's.

Her complexion was white with a hint of pink, as if the blood vessels under her skin were pink.

Is this the Medicine Spirit Body?

Her feet and legs pulled back slightly.

Wei Tu looked at her.

"and then?"

He didn't actually touch the other person's foot, even though it looked so tempting.

"Lie down."

"Lie down?"

Wei Tu looked at the floor beneath her feet. What was she planning to do?

Mu Xitong nodded.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Okay, I'll stop rambling."

"Ok."

So Wei Tu obediently lay down on the edge of the bed, like a good younger brother, on the slightly cool floor, but was soon infected by the heat of his body.

Then Wei Tu watched as the woman sat down on the edge of the bed, and then looked at her legs. Her bare feet, without shoes or socks, rubbed against his thighs and came up.

Wei Tu then understood what this woman was up to.

The woman's skirt wasn't long, and because of her deliberate movement, it was pulled up slightly, as if looking up would reveal a glimpse of her private parts.

As she moved her feet, Wei Tu experienced the allure of an older woman.

A young girl has her own naivety, while an older sister has her own kind of beauty.

The orange-red light warmed the window, accompanied by increasingly excessive 'communication'.

Wei Tu lay on the floor, like a prisoner being tortured.

The woman sitting on the edge of the bed was having a great time, and what surprised Wei Tu even more was that she never used her palms from beginning to end.

She adjusted her posture slightly, but maintained a charming yet dignified demeanor throughout.

There was nothing too excessive or violent, at least not the upper body.

Consciousness is like a small boat without sails, drifting with the wind and waves.

Wei Tu floated up and down, as if he were a child enjoying a novel game, having a great time.

However, consciousness also has a critical point; not everything can remain in a fixed state forever.

For example, a person's own feelings.

Like dark clouds about to unleash a torrential downpour.

He had been enduring it all, deliberately persisting, until the veins on both sides of his forehead bulged out.

Seeing the boy's expression, Mu Xitong clearly didn't realize that things had gone so far.

"It must be tough holding back, right? That's about enough, give up the resistance. Wouldn't it be better to be a good little brother?"

"..."

Wei Tu was speechless; at this moment, only his heavy breathing seemed to prove his terrible condition.

Trying to completely surrender in this situation would be somewhat humiliating, but it seems there's absolutely no way to resist.

As the woman bent down, she pulled open her collar.

She placed her fingers between her lips, lightly touching them, yet seemingly unable to resist drawing them in.

she says.

"Good little brother, you've already tried your best."

"..."

So Wei Tu couldn't hold back any longer. Feelings are complex; when people experience extreme joy, they experience a variety of emotions.

The tingling sensation on the scalp seems to be the best proof. No one knows exactly where this complex emotion comes from, but it can be summed up in one word: 'awesome'.

The woman, who was slowly withdrawing her legs from his body, looked at her feet with a slightly troubled expression.

"It's a complete mess."

Wei Tu covered his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"Sister Xitong...you're so good at this."

Mu Xitong looked at Wei Tu with a seductive smile and chuckled, "Otherwise, do you really think I can't control you?"

"Sister Xitong is still the best."

"Of course... Go get some water, I need to wash my feet. You think you can just take advantage of me and leave?"

Wei Tu smiled at the woman who was not at all dignified at this moment.

To bring a pure and holy fairy down to earth must be the most despicable and vile interest of men.

"Isn't this good enough?"

"Great my foot! Why don't you try it yourself?"

"...I'll go fetch water."

Wei Tu obediently got up to fetch water. What a joke... How could he possibly try something like this himself?

Even though they all seem to be things I own, who says I won't dislike them?

They quickly brought in warm water and let the woman soak her feet in it.

"Help me wash it."

Mu Xitong frowned as she looked at the idle boy.

"Oh."

Wei Tu nodded, without any concerns.

Although it seems that a man washing a woman's feet violates the 'ethical norms' of this world.

But coincidentally, Wei Tu had no sense of ethics or moral principles.

A near-perfect cleansing of the woman's legs.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, making her thighs even more prominent, and one's gaze couldn't help but wander into the woman's mysterious depths.

Mu Xitong could clearly feel the other person's gaze.

In the room where the ambiguous atmosphere had not completely dissipated, Mu Xitong slightly tightened her legs.

The other person's gaze felt almost tangible, touching more than just the depths of one's heart.

My sensitive skin broke out in goosebumps, and a strange electric current ran through me.

What are you looking at?

Mu Xitong frowned.

Her toes bounced up, as if splashing water on the boy's face.

Wei Tu grabbed the woman's foot.

He laughed, sounding annoyed.

"Stop it, what's wrong with not letting people see? I've already let you see."

"I won't let you see it. You just stopped and now you want to cause trouble again?"

Mu Xitong snorted coldly, letting the other person wash her legs.

She looked down at the handsome young man.

His gaze was no longer mischievous; it was attentive and gentle, as if it could easily melt a woman's heart into a pool of water.

After washing and carefully drying her feet, Mu Xitong no longer felt that heart-pounding electric current, but rather a warmth that reached deep into her heart.

Neither of them spoke.

Mu Xitong didn't say anything, but just watched him wipe his legs clean and put socks on her.

The woman suddenly felt that the scene was a little too short.

It felt so short, like I had just been enveloped in gentle warmth, and then the bubble vanished, leaving only endless nothingness, as if floating in the starry sky.

Wei Tu smiled and raised his head.

"Okay... um."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

Mu Xitong put the socks she had just put on on the floor and bent down by the bed.