Su Li helped Bai Huizi wash her legs, and afterward, Bai Huizi requested some imported wine.
Su Li didn’t refuse; she poured the red wine into her own mouth first, then fed it to Bai Huizi.
Although the red wine contained alcohol, its concentration wasn’t enough to match medical alcohol, so it couldn’t disinfect.
Su Li slowly fed the wine into Bai Huizi’s mouth.
Her hair, scented faintly with shampoo, brushed against Su Li’s cheek, sending a pleasant tingling sensation through her.
After a while, Bai Huizi reluctantly parted her lips, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth, as if she had just savored a delicious meal.
“Sister’s feet got dirty after going to your little ex-girlfriend’s house. Little Su Li will help Sister wash them properly later, okay?”
Bai Huizi’s tone carried a hint of grievance, even though Su Li had repeatedly emphasized that she had nothing to do with Chi Qingya.
Still, Bai Huizi acted as if she hadn’t heard it.
This time, Su Li didn’t correct her. She thought maybe Bai Huizi had some peculiar preference—liking Chi Qingya under the identity of her little ex-girlfriend.
Bai Huizi’s feet were slender and well-proportioned, the instep glowing with a jade-like luster.
The lines of her feet were lean and smooth, as if polished by a stream’s flowing water, the arches forming gentle curves, and the bones at the joints delicate but not fragile.
Years of walking left a faint rosy tint on her soles; her toes were rounded like early summer lotus seeds, with nails trimmed short and clean, shining with a shell-like warmth.
The dark red wine dripped down Bai Huizi’s fair thighs, spreading a patch of murky color on the sofa.
She sat on the sofa, instinctively curling her toes backward, the deep red stain tracing along her pale skin with an amber glow.
Su Li gently cupped Bai Huizi’s tender feet, bringing them closer to her.
A ticklish sensation ran through Bai Huizi’s heart, like ants crawling halfway; feeling the warmth from Su Li’s touch on her feet, she nervously curled her toes but couldn’t help but glance at Su Li.
Originally expressionless, Su Li now held Bai Huizi’s feet as if they were sacred relics, her eyes filled with reverence, as though these feet were divine treasures.
An odd emotion flickered in Bai Huizi’s heart, tightening her grip.
A strong wave of comfort washed over her, flushing her cheeks bright red; she almost hummed softly but instead closed her eyes tightly and gripped the sofa cover.
Su Li meticulously washed Bai Huizi’s feet, savoring each drop of water like tasting juicy grapes.
Even after a visit to Chi Qingya’s house, Bai Huizi’s feet showed no signs of dirtiness; instead, they emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Compared to Jin Ke’er’s frail feet weakened by illness, Bai Huizi’s seemed much better.
.
After finishing the wash, Bai Huizi still looked reluctant to let go.
“Little Su Li, get some Milk.”
Su Li saw Bai Huizi’s flushed face as she leaned on the sofa and didn’t refuse.
“Sister feels dirty still and needs to be washed again,” Bai Huizi said, her eyes already a little hazy as she watched Su Li walk away.
Although red wine wouldn’t make her drunk, she felt as if her mind was muddled, like she was intoxicated.
When Su Li brought the Milk, Bai Huizi still lay on the sofa, motionless.
“Little Su Li, what else is in the fridge?”
“There’s Orange Juice, Yogurt, Beer, and Soda Water.”
Su Li reported the fridge’s contents; Bai Huizi was already lying back, her gaze increasingly dreamy.
“Good, then help Sister wash again in that order with these drinks.”
Su Li silently stared at the Milk in her hand. Including the previous red wine, she would have to wash Bai Huizi’s body five times.
After just one wash, Bai Huizi looked almost exhausted; Su Li wasn’t sure if she could endure five.
But Bai Huizi had already closed her eyes and said nothing further.
Su Li didn’t wake her. She followed the order, washing her again and again.
She could feel that after going to Chi Qingya’s house, the Shadow in Bai Huizi’s heart was still quite deep.
To prevent Bai Huizi from catching a cold from the wind, Su Li raised the air conditioning temperature a few degrees.
The warm light, like spilled honey, filtered through the blinds, cutting the air into streaks of golden-red interlaced slices.
Floating dust motes drifted like countless tiny planets wandering in the frozen twilight.
The wooden floor was laid out with lengthening diamond-shaped light patches, their edges blurring as the sun sank, melting into warm gray.
The wool blanket draped over Bai Huizi was soaked in the slanting sun; gold threads and dark patterns wove through the fabric, shifting and dissolving into the liquid dusk with her breathing.
After confirming Bai Huizi wouldn’t wake for a while, Su Li fed the cats simply, then headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
She wasn’t worried Bai Huizi wouldn’t eat when she woke.
Even if Su Li had other matters, leftover food could be tasted in the morning or given to the cats—it was a good option either way.
“Carry me to bathe.”
Dinner was served lavishly. Bai Huizi leaned on the sofa, half-closing her eyes, her gaze fixed on Su Li, her voice sultry.
Seeing Bai Huizi’s curvy figure, Su Li didn’t worry about lifting her and reached out to take her into her arms.
Su Li looked delicate, but lifting Bai Huizi alone wasn’t difficult.
After making sure the floor wasn’t too cold, Su Li placed Bai Huizi on the small bench in the bathroom.
Bai Huizi lowered her head, shivering slightly, letting her snow-white hair fall to the floor, still not fully awake.
When the water temperature was right, the splashing droplets hit Bai Huizi’s face. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the rising steam in the bathroom.
She glanced at Su Li’s slender figure and buried her face in Su Li’s arms, shuffling slightly.
“Was this how Little Su Li carried Shen Cishu back then?”
Though Su Li’s figure wasn’t as developed, she was still cute when small.
Bai Huizi’s awareness sharpened instantly, a bit greedily soaking in Su Li’s scent.
Su Li’s hair carried faint notes of cedar mixed with wildflowers, reminiscent of sun-warmed pebbles by a forest stream—a clean, vibrant vitality that stirred a deep longing within her.
“Mom~”