Translator: CinderTL
Xu Sanyan remained cross-legged on the bed. Chang Yulian slipped off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat behind him, her head bowed as she murmured, "Young master..."
"Hmm?" Xu Sanyan replied.
He was about to ask a question when he suddenly remembered. "Do you need me to remove my clothes?"
"Mmm..." Chang Yulian hummed softly, her cheeks flushing crimson like a bashful young woman.
But Xu Sanyan didn't turn around, missing this charming sight.
Stripped to the waist, his lean, muscular torso was revealed. Chang Yulian rolled up her sleeves, extended her delicate hand, and gently pressed it against his back.
"Mmm..."
A warm current surged through him. Xu Sanyan closed his eyes slightly, savoring the comforting sensation.
Chang Yulian remained strictly professional, focusing solely on healing and avoiding any unnecessary movements.
As time passed, her complexion grew increasingly flushed. Her fingers slipped beneath her skirt, removing her socks to reveal her small, dainty feet. The smooth, rounded toes were exquisitely charming, making one yearn to caress them.
She had noticed earlier that Young Master Lin always stared at her feet whenever she took off her shoes. Could it be...?
Chang Yulian bit her lip, acutely aware of the differences between people. Preferences varied slightly based on individual personalities.
Some men are drawn to breasts, others to buttocks, some to legs, and still others to feet...
As for a beautiful face, all men adore it.
Chang Yulian excelled at tailoring her approach to each man's preferences. Unlike Chang Yinu, who relied solely on stripping to seduce, Yulian specialized in crafting strategic plans.
For example, if a man favored breasts, she would wear low-cut dresses that revealed her deep cleavage.
If he preferred buttocks, she would wear form-fitting clothes that showcased her curvaceous figure.
Based on her observations over the past two days, Young Master Lin seemed particularly infatuated with feet. So she began subtly brushing her toes against him, igniting his imagination.
Chang Yulian set her silk stockings aside, keeping one hand pressed against Xu Sanyan's back while the other massaged the sole of her foot, deepening its rosy hue.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, as if by accident, she extended her leg, her foot grazing Xu Sanyan's outer thigh. Before he could react, she quickly withdrew her foot beneath her skirt, her cheeks flushing crimson.
"What's wrong?" Xu Sanyan asked instinctively.
"N-nothing," she stammered.
Chang Yulian felt a surge of smug satisfaction. She had deliberately withdrawn her foot quickly, ensuring Xu Sanyan only caught a fleeting glimpse of her rosy, delicate toes—a tantalizing tease designed to ignite his desire.
For men, she knew, the truly coveted things were those they could see but couldn't touch, the objects of their deepest longing. This was a lesson she had learned through years of experience. Every gesture, every movement, carried hidden meaning, elevating her far above the likes of Chang Yinu.
Xu Sanyan's gaze drifted sideways, his eyebrow arching as he noticed the discarded socks nearby. A new trick? he wondered. Let's see what this woman is up to.
After a moment, Chang Yulian withdrew her hand and composed herself. "How do you feel, young master?"
Xu Sanyan closed his eyes, sensing the healing energy flowing through him. "Hmm, almost completely recovered. Thank you, Yu Lian."
Chang Yulian lowered her head demurely, stealing a glance at Xu Sanyan before her. "You're welcome," she murmured. "One more session tomorrow should do the trick."
"Very well," Xu Sanyan nodded.
Her small foot peeked out from beneath her skirt, her round, rosy toes curling slightly, instantly drawing Xu Sanyan's gaze. Though inwardly triumphant, she maintained a facade of bashfulness.
"My socks were feeling a bit uncomfortable, so I took them off. Does that bother you, young master?"
"Of course not," Xu Sanyan replied smoothly, flattering her. "Having such a beauty by my side is a blessing most men can only dream of. To object would be the height of ingratitude."
"Young master truly knows how to please a woman," Chang Yulian murmured, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. She lifted her long skirt to reveal a glimpse of her jade-smooth calf as she bent to slip on her shoes. With a bashful turn of her head, she said, "This concubine will take her leave now."
She showed no lingering attachment, nor did she attempt further seduction. She understood perfectly the principle of moderation: maintaining a tantalizing distance was key to stoking a man's desire.
Give him a taste of sweetness, but never let him devour the whole treat at once—this was the lesson Chang Yulian had learned from subduing countless men.
"Walk carefully," Xu Sanyan said, shrugging into his outer robe.
As Chang Yulian pushed open the door, moonlight streamed through the crack, bathing her face in a pure, ethereal glow that lent her an almost saintly aura.
She stepped out, glanced back with a smile, and closed the wooden door, cutting off Xu Sanyan's gaze.
Xu Sanyan's lips curled into a smile. He found the situation deeply intriguing, as if he were engaged in a battle of wits and wills with her.
His gaze drifted casually across the bed, landing on a white object: a pair of socks Chang Yulian had removed earlier.
"Tsk tsk..."
So many little schemes.
Xu Sanyan pursed his lips, picked up the socks, and tossed them aside, closing his eyes to focus on healing his injuries.
Outside, Chang Yulian chuckled softly. After removing her socks, her feet felt wonderfully light. Remembering the gift she had left for him, she couldn't help but giggle inwardly, wondering how he would react to her socks...
Lost in thought, she strode gracefully out of the courtyard. She had no intention of staying the night.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, she mused. Let him keep watch over an empty room tonight.
Chang Yulian turned and walked deeper into the village. The night wind rustled through the surrounding trees, creating a whooshing sound.
She followed a narrow path that led to a small courtyard—her home.
Creak...
Pushing open the wooden gate, she found a solitary figure standing in the empty courtyard. It was the same vacant-eyed youth Xu Sanyan had encountered earlier, Chang Yulian's current husband.
The young man's expression was even more vacant than before. Though a flicker of humanity had once lingered in his eyes, he now seemed more like a wooden puppet, his pupils hollow and empty.
A smile played on Chang Yulian's lips as she slowly approached him. Their faces drew close, and she reached out to caress his cheek. "Husband, have you missed me?"
The young man remained unresponsive.
"Do you know what happened tonight?" Chang Yulian asked, leading him into the room. The young man followed with a blank expression.
"Young Master Lin is so amusing. He's clearly head over heels, but he won't make a move. So I secretly left my stocking for him. Can you guess what he'll do with it?"
"Heh heh heh..."
Chang Yulian chuckled softly at the thought.
A faint, almost imperceptible emotion flickered in the young man's vacant eyes.
"I know you can hear me, but you can't speak. What a pity..." Chang Yulian shook her head in mock sympathy.
The young man hadn't completely lost his mind yet. He could hear every word she said, but he was powerless to respond. This torment was far more terrifying than death itself.
"Come, my husband. I'm sure you've been waiting impatiently..."
Moonlight streamed through the paper window, illuminating the young man's face. A single crystalline tear reflected the faint light.
(End of the Chapter)
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