"Um…"
Yuzuru let out a lazy nasal sound and slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a beautiful dream.
He raised his hand, gently touched his lips with his fingertips, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone carried just the right amount of doubt: "Strange... my lips feel a little numb... and also a little swollen? Qingzi, when I was asleep... were there mosquitoes or any small insects?"
Aoko's heart leaped into her throat. Her eyes darted around frantically, avoiding his gaze. She even started whistling off-key, trying to hide her guilty conscience.
"Hmm... Hmm? Are there... are there? I didn't know... I... I didn't notice... Maybe... maybe there are some small flying insects? There are a lot of flowers and plants in the backyard, so it's normal to have a lot of insects! Yes, it's normal!"
Her voice grew softer and softer, clearly lacking confidence.
It's so fake, I almost don't believe it myself.
Looking at her adorable yet convincing attempt to cover up her true feelings, Yuzuru's smile deepened.
He slowly lifted his head from the girl's lap, propped his cheek on one hand, and lay on his side on the soft grass, watching her with leisurely interest, like a cat teasing its prey: "Really? But I always feel... in my hazy state, like I was bitten several times by something sweet and soft..."
His gaze swept slowly and meaningfully over Aoko's slightly swollen, glistening lips.
Aoko felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg on the spot. She hurriedly took out a carefully prepared and adorably packaged chocolate gift box from the paper bag beside her and practically shoved it into Yuzuru Nan's arms: "Here, here you go! Valentine's Day chocolates! I, I made them!"
Trying to change the subject with a gift.
Yuzuru took the box tied with a pretty bow, but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he gently stroked the ribbon with his fingers, looked up at Aoko, and his eyes became serious, yet also a little teasing: "Aoko, is this... a 'personal chocolate' or a 'duty chocolate'?"
He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a captivating magnetism, "The difference between these two... is quite significant, and it will determine how I should repay this kindness."
Aoko's heart skipped a beat; he saw right through her with his direct gaze.
She lowered her head deeply, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress, even her fair ears and neck were flushed red, and she murmured in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "It's...it's my destiny..."
After saying those three words, she felt like she had used up all her courage and strength. A huge sense of shame and sweetness intertwined, making her so ashamed that she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, or simply run away from the scene.
She abruptly stood up, trying to run away to hide her overwhelming embarrassment—
"ah!"
However, after sitting in one position for almost an afternoon, her legs were already numb and her blood circulation was poor. When she suddenly stood up, she felt sore, numb, and weak, as if countless tiny needles were pricking her. She cried out in surprise, and her body slumped forward uncontrollably.
I fell right into a warm and solid embrace.
Yuzuru caught her with lightning speed, pulling her into his arms. Looking down at the girl in his arms, who was so embarrassed she was practically steaming and didn't even dare to open her eyes, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Throwing yourself into my arms? Is this the 'reward' Aoko wanted?"
"No, no, that's not true!"
Aoko struggled to push him away, but her legs were too weak to stand up and she couldn't muster any strength. To Yuu Nan, her weak resistance seemed more like a coquettish act of feigned reluctance.
"Don't move."
Yuzuru tightened his arms, holding her even more securely, his voice filled with laughter, "See? Your legs are numb, aren't they? I made you my pillow all afternoon... Consider it an apology for getting your pretty dress dirty."
Without waiting for a reply, he picked Qingzi up and carried her horizontally.
The girl was so light that she seemed weightless, allowing him to walk to a flatter, softer shady spot next to her and gently place her on the grass.
Then, he knelt down on one knee and very naturally reached out to grasp the girl's slender ankle.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Aoko nervously tried to pull her foot back, her cheeks flushing bright red.
A girl's feet are a very sensitive area.
"Let me give you a massage to promote blood circulation, otherwise the numbness will last a long time and it will be very uncomfortable."
Yuzuru spoke naturally, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
His hands, with just the right amount of pressure, began to skillfully knead the stiff muscles on her calves.
Aoko instantly recalled the last time at Aunt Qianying's house, when the boy massaged her ankles, and the tingling, numbing, and incredibly comfortable feeling that was like a weak electric current running through her. Her body reacted before her brain could, honestly relaxing. That slight resistance vanished instantly, and she even felt a faint sense of anticipation.
His technique was indeed excellent; his fingertips seemed to possess magic as he precisely pressed acupoints, relieving the soreness and numbness.
"Hmm..."
Aoko couldn't help but let out a soft, extremely comfortable sigh. Her body went limp like a cat's, and she leaned back slightly, supporting herself on the grass with her hands.
However, those hands gradually became restless and no longer content with "treatment".
The massage slowly moves up the calf, across the back of the knee, and up the thigh... bringing waves of shivers down your spine.
The pressure was sometimes gentle, sometimes strong.
Aoko's breathing gradually became rapid, and her breath became damp.
She wanted to speak up and stop them, to say "that's enough," but her body honestly craved that intoxicating, magical touch, leaving her limp and powerless.
"Is it numb here too? The muscles feel a bit tight."
Yuzuru's voice carried a malicious undertone, as if he knew the answer already.
His fingers had already gone beyond the safe distance, and he began to press and knead them with a moderate pressure.
"Um…"
Aoko bit her lower lip hard, but still managed to let out a sob.
A strange, surging sensation quickly spread throughout her body, causing her toes to curl up.
Yuzuru leaned down, close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe: "Aoko's chocolate is very sweet... but I think..."
He increased the pressure with his fingers.
"Ah...no..."
Aoko was completely defeated, her eyes glazed over, and she could only futilely grab his arm.
Beneath the trees, springtime was in full bloom, and ambiguity arose.
The girl's soft sobs and the boy's low chuckles intertwined, composing a secret melody for a Valentine's Day afternoon.
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