“No, wait…”
I thought for a second, then awkwardly took off the dress again.
White with white just didn’t look right.
With my babyish face, I looked like a clueless middle schooler with no sense of fashion.
Maybe…
I should wear a different colored dress.
After taking it off, I was left in my underwear, when I suddenly heard noise at the door. My petite body instinctively trembled.
Knock knock knock—
“Xiaoyan, did something happen?”
“How does it take half an hour just to change socks?”
“If it’s too hard for you, I can come in and help.”
I was so startled, I clutched the blanket to my chest.
“No!”
“You—can’t come in!!!”
Even though she’d seen plenty on our wedding night, that was then, and this was now. In everyday life, after the ceremony is over, I still keep my old habits.
My voice nearly cracked with panic, and a second later I heard Su Liumeng sighing outside, “Okay, I’ll just wait outside the door.”
“Don’t stand at the door.” I thought for a second, then softened my voice with a hint of pleading, “Please, just wait in the upstairs living room, okay?”
What else could Su Liumeng do?
With her wife giving the order, she could only obediently leave and wait in the upstairs lounge for her VIP first look.
When I heard her footsteps leave, my whole body relaxed by a hundredfold. My favorite little blanket slipped from my hands, and I was left staring blankly at the wardrobe.
So.
What kind of clothes should I wear?
Probably… a black dress.
The answer came to me right away.
I took out a black dress I’d treasured for a long time.
The main body was pure black fabric, elegant and noble with intricate patterns, plus a lace trim that made me look like a princess from a castle.
Well, maybe not a princess.
More like… a witch?
I shrugged and didn’t bother with the details. After changing into the dress, I tied a few light blue ribbons into my hair, which swayed as I moved, the finishing touch to my refined look.
Black dress, black boots, white stockings.
I admired the little beauty in the mirror, flashing a sharp little canine tooth.
People beautify themselves for those who adore them.
And it’s important to dress up for yourself, too.
In any case, I was in a great mood.
If I didn’t have to walk out soon to let Su Liumeng admire the pretty me, I’d be even happier.
If I wore white stockings just for myself, it really didn’t feel shameful at all. Not a bit. But showing them to someone else, well, I did feel a little shy.
That feeling lasted for a dozen seconds. Then, I gently bit my lip, took a deep breath, straightened my back, and left my room.
Embarrassed as I was, I refused to be outdone by any vixen outside.
So, it was time to show what I could do.
With that psychological hurdle cleared, I felt like my tea-skill had improved—no longer just reading people’s minds, but knowing how to really catch someone’s eye.
In the continuously circulating air of the living room, Su Liumeng felt for the first time what it meant to be restless. She wanted to stand up and check what I was doing inside, but under my harsh “sit down” order, she had no choice but to stay put.
She was a girl, too. Only now did she realize how slow and troublesome it could be for a girl to get dressed.
A full hour passed before Sixin Yan finally left her room.
With a faint smile on her lips, graceful and poised, she looked like a noble young lady raised by an aristocratic family, seemingly having conquered her fear and now confidently twirling before Su Liumeng. Her legs, not exactly slender, were tight and smooth.
The elastic band at the top of the over-the-knee socks squeezed out a strip of fair skin in the air—the “absolute territory” that made Su Liumeng’s breath hitch, unable to look away.
At that moment, Su Liumeng felt that any amount of waiting had been worth it, and involuntarily swallowed hard.
As her gaze slid lower, she saw a little black boot, not even as big as her palm, covering the spot that would soon make her eyes heat up.
The cool air of the living room seemed infused with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance as the girl walked in.
“So, is it… pretty?” I was nowhere near as calm as I seemed. My little hand on the side was nervously gripping my skirt, afraid my beloved wouldn’t like it.
My face was blushing like a sunset, especially bright against my pale skin. Su Liumeng’s breathing grew ragged.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.” There was real amazement in Su Liumeng’s eyes. “I’m telling the truth—I’ve never seen anyone prettier than you.”
She wasn’t lying.
Su Liumeng felt that even a casual look for Sixin Yan was more stunning than her own true form.
If both our looks were perfect tens, Sixin Yan’s shy, watery gaze and uniquely delicate charm could make people want to protect her—easily bumping her up to a supernatural twelve out of ten.
That was exactly Su Liumeng’s type.
What’s that saying? People don’t really hate “green tea girls”—they just hate when they aren’t the target.
Who could resist a pair of pitiful, sparkling eyes?
I hummed softly, still not quite able to look up, sitting down on the far end of the sofa, clutching my skirt and avoiding Su Liumeng’s increasingly heated gaze.
A look too aggressive would make anyone feel like a commodity, stripped naked and put on display.
Su Liumeng, seeing me on the other sofa, didn’t mind I was sitting in a single seat, squeezing herself in next to me. As soon as she sat down, she met my speechless, embarrassed gaze.
“It’s such a small seat, why must you squeeze in here with me?”
“Because my Xiaoyan dressed up so pretty, I have to snuggle while I can! Otherwise, you dressed up for nothing.”
“That… kind of makes sense.” I nodded blankly, feeling like Su Liumeng’s three-step logic was getting harder and harder to resist.
Am I imagining things?
Wasn’t I always the one playing Su Liumeng? Why does it feel like she’s playing me lately?
My eyes widened as I finally realized, but before I could do anything, a hand pinched my left cheek, squeezing my chubby face into silly shapes, and the stern look I’d worked so hard to make vanished instantly.
“Wuwuwu, baby, how can you be so cute.” At that moment, Su Liumeng had become a total simp, eyes filled with pink starry bubbles, burying her face in my neck and taking deep sniffs. I was so dizzy I didn’t even know where I was, like a delicate doll to be played with in Su Liumeng’s hands.
Plop—
I shivered as a warm hand, much hotter than my own, landed on my “absolute territory,” slowly testing my reaction by sliding up.
I froze completely. Su Liumeng seemed to just want to tease me, and before I could react, her fingers moved slowly down, stroking my white stocking-covered calf.
I started to feel overheated, like I was feverish—my head felt tipsy and fuzzy.
Plop—
Last time it was Su Liumeng slapping her hand on my leg.
This time, it was my little boot being knocked off and landing on the floor.
My most sensitive, forbidden place—my source of shame—was about to be held in someone else’s palm.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, instinctively pulling my foot back so hard I even kicked Su Liumeng’s hand a bit.
Su Liumeng felt the not-so-strong kick and subconsciously tried to grab the playful foot again, but met my tear-filled gaze, her heart thumping, and her hand slowed, missing her target.
“You—”
My voice was almost tearful. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have kicked your hand, I just… I just got flustered.”
Feet are for walking, probably the dirtiest part of the body—that’s how I was raised.
So how could I use something dirty to touch the hands others use to eat with?
That’s downright disrespectful.
Especially since this person is my beloved.
I was nearly in tears, not sure how things got this way—my boot had slipped off for no reason.
I wanted to bend over and put the shoe back on, only to see Su Liumeng had hooked it with her finger, as if wanting to put it on for me. My body was locked in place, and my mind filled with scenes of Su Liumeng lowering her head to catch the scent of my foot.
But in fact, my feet didn’t smell at all.
“Don’t.”
I couldn’t care about anything else, stepping barefoot on the carpet—one foot still in a black boot, the other covered in a white stocking—shrinking my toes with embarrassment under Su Liumeng’s silent, slightly trembling gaze.
“Give… me back my shoe.” I hung my head, too ashamed to meet her eyes, worried she’d blame me for not even wearing shoes properly.
My soft, white hand, nails clean and with a hint of pink, stretched toward Su Liumeng.
Seeing those fingers, Su Liumeng thought of what happened on the wedding night, and a sudden heat rushed downward.
Su Liumeng froze.
Her nose was keen—she could smell things others couldn’t.
She—
Her period had come.
After the awkwardness, she could only curse the timing. Why did her period have to be so punctual, right when it mattered most?
The greatest irony in life: a sudden warmth in the lower belly, only to find it’s Aunt Flo.
Su Liumeng could smell it, even though I couldn’t. She just gave me an awkward look, tugging at my shoe strap as a signal to let go.
She’d wanted to try putting on my shoes herself, but now her mood was ruined—yet she still wanted to get in one last word.
A taste of it couldn’t hurt.
“Xinxin, let me put your shoe on.” Su Liumeng looked hopeful.
I shook my head silently, “How can hands that wield swords put on shoes for me?”
That was a totally old-fashioned thing to say.
Exactly how people thought in the old days.
Su Liumeng tried to argue—she was so close to her longed-for wish. If she gave up now, who knows when she’d get another chance. So she said, “Baby, your feet aren’t dirty at all. I was even worried you’d think my hands were dirty and wouldn’t want me to touch you.”
Hearing something so absurd, I stared at Su Liumeng like, Are you joking?
I have my own ideas…
This isn’t about being feudal or not.
I don’t think my view here is feudal at all—it’s just, like most people, that you just don’t—
So I replied, “Su Liumeng, you keep saying I’m feudal, and I’m trying to change. But even modern people don’t casually touch others’ feet, right? Because everyone knows it’s not clean.”
Su Liumeng suddenly felt shaken by the collision of two overlapping theories.
Because Sixin Yan was feudal in seeing feet as inferior, and sword-wielding hands as superior, so the two should never meet.
But the idea that feet are dirty is something modern people agree with, too.
And if she tried to explain, even if she worked through all the logic, the result would be the same—dirty. With two lines of logic, Sixin Yan would only be more adamant than normal people.
As a natural foot-fetishist,
Su Liumeng felt lost, almost wanting to cry.
Sixin Yan was right—the reason feet are considered dirty is exactly why there aren’t so many foot-fetishists in modern society.
Su Liumeng wanted to say she was into flawless jade-like feet, not anything gross—so how could it be a weird, embarrassing kink?
As Su Liumeng fell silent, I, growing more frustrated, stretched out my hands and snatched my shoe from her.
“Su Liumeng! Are you trying to embarrass me by not giving back my shoe?”
Clutching my shoe, I sniffed, wiping at my eyes.
The beautiful silhouette of the girl in the hall looked heart-achingly lonely.
Only then did Su Liumeng realize she’d done something truly offensive in Sixin Yan’s eyes.
A single teardrop glistened in the air, and Su Liumeng felt her own heart break with it.
Her wife was crying. What now?
Su Liumeng, without hesitation, dropped to her knees.
“Baby.”
“I was wrong.”