Wen Qing's body stiffened, and he clearly felt what was beside his leg.
It's the feet.
The other party obviously did it on purpose. The top of his leather shoe hooked up his trousers and rubbed his ankle lightly.
Wen Qing quickly retracted his legs, but the other party did not let him go and followed him.
Continue as you did before and hook his trouser leg with your toes.
The cold surface of the leather shoes rubbed slowly up from his ankle, gently pressing against his calf, which felt cold and itchy.
Rubbing against him intentionally.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, not knowing who it was.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Xing and Si Kong beside him.
Sikong had a gentle expression and looked at him with a smile.
Yu Xing looked at him straight with a gloomy face.
The expressions of both of them were the same as usual, and it was impossible to tell who was doing something under the table.
Seeing Wen Qing looking over, Si Kong asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wen Qing quickly lowered his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked down. The white tablecloth was very long and hung beside the legs, just covering the other person's feet, so he couldn't tell who it was.
Could it be Sikong?
Wen Qing pursed her lips, and the next second, she felt the other party's movements moving higher and higher.
It was no longer rubbing against his calf, but slowly moving upwards, stepping on his knees, as if wanting to continue...
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped and he quickly put his knees together.
The foot did not move back at all, but instead placed itself in the gap between his knees and began to sway gently, as if deliberately teasing him, as if enjoying the feeling of opening him up.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and grasped the tablecloth beside him.
He raised his head and looked at the butler behind him for help.
As if he knew what he wanted to do, Sikong suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked softly, "Are you thirsty?"
He gently stroked Wen Qing's wrist bones with his fingertips, forcing Wen Qing to focus on him.
Wen Qing's body stiffened, and his mind was filled with the question: Is this foot Sikong's?
Now Sikong and Yu Xing are both on the side, and the cooldown of the dog trainer's aura has not yet ended.
Wen Qing nodded slowly and responded vaguely.
Sikong did not let go of the hand that was holding his. He picked up the teapot with his other hand and poured a glass of water for Wen Qing.
At the same time, the foot under the table moved more and more vigorously and slowly moved forward.
The edge of the leather shoes was hard and scratched his legs. Even through his pants, Wen Qing could feel the chill.
Sikong touched his hand and a foot that he didn't know whose it belonged to.
Wen Qing's eyelashes couldn't stop trembling. She tried to retract her hand but didn't break free from Si Kong's hand.
He pressed his legs together and moved his body backwards.
The foot followed.
Wen Qing felt anxious and uncomfortable, and glanced sideways at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing looked at his trembling eyelashes and the faint moisture in his eyes, and stopped what he was doing under the table.
He tapped the table lightly and said to Sikong, "Let go."
"Mother doesn't look like she likes being caught by you."
"Really?" Si Kong tilted his head, glanced at Wen Qing, and said lightly, "You haven't met your mother many times, so you don't know her."
Yu Xing raised his mouth and said, "It's more about quality than quantity."
"The conversations I had with my mother were much more in-depth than yours."
Wen Qing didn't pay attention to what the two of them were saying at the moment. His mind was filled with the thought that the foot had finally been retracted.
He breathed a sigh of relief, quietly moved his chair back, leaned against the back, and curled up his legs. Only then did he feel a little relieved.
Wen Qing picked up the teacup and drank the water slowly.
Suddenly, he heard Sikong ask him, "What do you think, mother?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and tilted his head in confusion.
What do you feel?
Sikong half-closed his eyes, looked at his lips that were glistening with water, and asked slowly, "Isn't our conversation deep enough?"
"If you like, I can certainly do what you like."
Wen Qing didn't know what he was talking about, but his intuition told him that Si Kong was hinting at something.
He pursed his lips and said dryly: "Enough, enough..."
Si Kong looked at Yu Xing, raised his eyebrows, and without giving Yu Xing a chance to speak, he continued: "Ji Yu hasn't come yet, maybe he's out having fun."
"Is mother hungry?" Sikong asked calmly.
Wen Qing said hesitantly: "I'm not hungry, I want to go back and rest."
Sikong chuckled and said, "You didn't eat lunch either. It seems that the new chef doesn't suit your taste."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and she pursed her lips.
Sikong was threatening him.
He pinched his palm and said slowly: "No, his breakfast is still delicious."
Sikong continued: "Don't you need to change it?"
"Will you give him another chance?"
Wen Qing nodded stiffly.
Sikong raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and soon, the maids came up with the dishes.
Sikong said slowly: "After eating, you can rest early."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the food on the table.
They were all Chinese food, some of his favorite dishes.
Wen Qing tried to retract his hand.
Perhaps because he wanted to eat, Sikong did not hold his hands.
Wen Qing slowly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat in small bites.
"This is your favorite, right?" Sikong smiled and picked up some food for Wen Qing.
Wen Qing didn't dare to say anything and took the dish from Sikong.
Seeing this, Yu Xing narrowed his eyes, looking dissatisfied.
Sensing his emotions, Sikong raised his eyelids and asked casually, "Why did you go out today?"
Yu Xing asked back coldly: "Do I need your permission to go anywhere?"
Listening to their conversation, Wen Qing paused.
The relationship between Sikong and Yuxing here is not very good either...
Just as he was thinking about it, Wen Qing felt a chill on his legs again.
There comes that foot again.
The difference from last time was that he took off his shoes. His slightly cool feet pressed against his legs, stepping on them gently, which gave him an indescribable itchy feeling.
Wen Qing's hand froze as she picked up the dish, and the broccoli fell onto the white tablecloth, staining it with oil.
Sikong and Yu Xing raised their hands at the same time and stretched their chopsticks towards the broccoli.
Just as it was about to be placed in Wen Qing's bowl, a silver hand moved faster, picked up Wen Qing's bowl, and said calmly, "Please use the serving chopsticks to pick up some food for Madam."
"Madam is shy and I'm sorry to say you are dirty." The housekeeper picked up the chopsticks, bent down and picked up some food for Wen Qing.
Sikong and Yu Xing's faces darkened.
Wen Qing lowered his head and thought, the housekeeper is really great.
The butler stood beside him and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qing held the chopsticks, and the foot under the table suddenly squeezed forward and stepped on his thigh while he was not paying attention.
"Um..." Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but exclaimed.
He only felt a familiar restlessness rising in his heart, and it felt like fire spreading to every part of his body.
His cheeks turned red uncontrollably and his hands and feet became weak, just like the feeling Yu Xing gave him at that time.
Wen Qing was now certain that this foot belonged to Yu Xing.
He looked at Yu Xing. Yu Xing stood with his back straight, dressed tightly from head to toe with his collar tied as high as possible. He was still eating calmly, and it was impossible to tell what he was doing.
Wen Qing's cheeks couldn't help but feel hot, and she glared at Yu Xing fiercely.
Yu Xing's breathing paused slightly, and his movements became bolder.
Wen Qing subconsciously wanted to kick Yu Xing.
Lifting his leg made it easier for Yu Xing to move, and he stepped down gently.
"You..." Wen Qing's voice couldn't help but change tone, and his right hand knocked over the teacup.
Hearing his soft voice, Sikong paused and looked at Yu Xing coldly.
The housekeeper lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief, wiped Wen Qing's wet fingers, and looked at Yu Xing coldly: "If the Second Young Master can't take care of his feet, he'd better not go out."
Yu Xing raised his eyes, his expression did not change.
He stepped slowly and gently on the soft flesh of Wen Qing's legs, watching Wen Qing's cheeks flush, and said lightly: "Since the housekeeper can't take care of mother, I will take care of him for you."
Butler: "Second Young Master is worrying too much."
Sikong leaned back in his chair, slowly raised his foot, and kicked Yu Xing's legs away from under the table.
Yu Xing frowned slightly, paused, and retracted his foot.
He looked down at his wet cuffs and slowly stood up.
Wen Qing thought he was going back to his room, but the next second, he saw Yu Xing unbutton his cuffs, take off his coat, and sit back in his original position.
Seeing Wen Qing looking at him, Yu Xing put his coat aside and asked, "Mother, don't you want to see me wearing so much?"
Sikong smiled and said, "Mother probably doesn't want to see you."
Yu Xing said calmly: "Compared to me, my mother probably doesn't want to see you even more."
"Facing his familiar face, doing things that disgust him."
The smile on Sikong's lips faded, and his face gradually became gloomy.
Yu Xing looked at his expression and said calmly, "Mother is not used to your expression now."
Sikong sneered: "He hates self-righteous people like you even more."
Wen Qing was sandwiched between the two of them, feeling the growing coldness around him, and thought to himself, I don't want to see you two.
He breathed slightly, and the restlessness in his heart gradually faded away, but his hands and feet were still weak, and he leaned weakly on the back of the chair.
The housekeeper's eyes flashed blue, and he spoke slowly: "The two young masters have disturbed the lady."
After that, he asked Wen Qing: "Madam, do you need to go back to your room to rest?"
Wen Qing responded softly.
Sikong said slowly: "You should go back and rest quickly, otherwise you will suffer from indigestion due to depression."
"I'll take you back."
Hearing this, Wen Qing quickly stood up and said nervously: "No, I can do it myself."
"You two can chat slowly."
After saying that, Wen Qing pinched his palm and walked quickly out the door.
Because his legs had no strength, he didn't dare stop and walked faster and faster.
After walking for a distance, my legs went weak and I almost fell.
The butler reached out in time and put his arm around his waist.
Wen Qing closed her eyes, leaned into the butler's arms, and said in a soft voice: "Carry me back."
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