Chapter 504 - 225: My Legs Are Sore

Chapter 504: Chapter 225: My Legs Are Sore

Before Shen Yuan could say a word, Li Zhi leaned back in her chair and then propped her other leg on top of his.

Li Zhi leaned back against her chair, propping her cheek up with one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other, as if this heart-pounding physical contact were as natural as casually setting down a pencil.

The beautiful girl felt his gaze on her and slowly looked up.

When her eyes met Shen Yuan’s, which were filled with a shock that bordered on bewilderment, a blush quickly flared across her cheeks.

Yet she tried her best to maintain a calm expression, as if this were completely normal, even showing a hint of innocence and confusion.

Only her slightly pursed lips and the subtle way she avoided his gaze betrayed the composure she was forcing, along with a tiny hint of smugness.

She shifted her legs, which were resting on Shen Yuan’s lap, as if just trying to find a more comfortable position, while pretending to look at the notebook of corrected problems he had just finished organizing.

The beautiful girl asked in a voice she tried to keep steady, though a faint, almost imperceptible tremor lingered at the end of her words, "What are you spacing out for? ...Where’s the test paper? Aren’t you going to finish organizing it?"

She deliberately avoided addressing the sudden physical contact, steering the conversation back to their schoolwork as if to imply it was just a trivial, unimportant matter.

A delicate silence descended upon the desk.

The warmth of her legs resting on his and the charged atmosphere flowing silently between them filled the small space, overwhelming Shen Yuan’s senses and stunning him so completely that he couldn’t snap out of it.

"You..."

Li Zhi huffed softly. "My legs are sore from sitting for so long..."

Her tone carried a hint of pouty willfulness, but her eyes were sly as she looked at him, asking provocatively with a blush, "What, you have a problem with it?"

"No! No!"

’Are you kidding me? As if I’d have a problem with this!’

Shen Yuan’s gaze burned as he stared at Li Zhi’s long legs, wrapped in thick black tights and resting casually on his own.

His breath hitched, and his fingertips curled involuntarily. He asked tentatively in a low voice, "So... d-do you need a massage?"

The blush on Li Zhi’s cheeks instantly spread to the tips of her ears, and her toes, resting on Shen Yuan’s lap, twitched slightly.

The girl forced herself to remain composed. She tapped the test paper spread out on the desk with a pale finger, her gaze never leaving the notebook of corrected problems.

"In your dreams. Finish organizing your corrections first."

Though her words sounded like a rebuke, to Shen Yuan, they were like music from the heavens.

He keenly detected the almost imperceptible note of indulgence and insinuation in Li Zhi’s tone.

’This isn’t a rejection, it’s a prerequisite quest I need to complete!’

A rush of blood went straight to his head. As if injected with limitless energy, he instantly straightened his back, grabbed a red pen, and declared, "Understood! I’ll get it done right away!"

He was like a man possessed, his gaze as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey. His fingers were a blur, and the scratching of his pen became as dense as a sudden downpour against a window.

Organizing his corrections, a task that would normally take a while, now seemed like a staircase leading to a grand prize.

Li Zhi caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, staring at the test paper with an intensity that could burn holes through it, and the corners of her lips curved upward.

But the girl quickly suppressed a shy smile. The charged atmosphere in the room continued to ferment in silence, growing even thicker than before.

Spurred on by such a reward, Shen Yuan finished organizing his notebook in record time. As the tip of his pen drew the final red mark on the page, he instinctively looked up at Li Zhi.

Under the warm light of the desk lamp, the girl was looking down at her phone, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. Her legs, clad in black tights and resting on his lap, were held slightly taut in Concentration.

Shen Yuan watched Li Zhi’s gently swinging feet, and his throat went dry. A damp, itching sensation suddenly bloomed in his palms.

As if possessed, he reached out, hovering his hand over her calf. "If your legs are sore," he said softly, "I can help you... massage them?"

The moment his fingertips touched the knitted fabric, Li Zhi shuddered as if she’d received an electric shock.

But Li Zhi didn’t resist in the slightest.

The skin beneath the black tights felt scorching hot in his palm. Shen Yuan watched the deep blush spread from the tips of her ears down to her collar and gave her calf a gentle squeeze.

Her slender leg trembled slightly. For a moment, she seemed to start to pull it back, but she stopped herself.

Li Zhi looked at Shen Yuan. "You... You’re done?"

"Please check it, Li Bao," Shen Yuan said, handing the notebook of corrected problems to Li Zhi.

Li Zhi’s gaze fell on Shen Yuan’s notebook. Seeing the notes and summaries he had made next to the key steps in different colored pens, the smile in her eyes deepened.

His meticulous diligence sent a warm feeling through her, sparking a wave of undisguised admiration.

"Alright, you pass."

Li Zhi set down the notebook and looked quietly at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan naturally understood what she meant.

When his palm settled against Li Zhi’s calf through the not-too-thick black tights, a shudder ran through them both.

Her legs were now stretched comfortably across his thighs, the fine texture of the tights clearly defining their shapely lines.

From the subtle hollow behind her knee to her slender ankle, and all the way to her slightly tensed toes.

His palm rested against Li Zhi’s calf, which was covered in thick tights. Through a thin, fleecy lining, he could feel the heat from his hand clearly transferring to her.

He could feel the supple, firm muscles beneath, and the sensation was even more... incredible than he had imagined.

Under the light from the study’s ceiling lamp, the tips of the tights were slightly translucent, revealing a hazy hint of skin, like a warm moon hidden behind the curtain of night.

"Is this... too much pressure?" Shen Yuan swallowed, beginning to knead tentatively. The muscle beneath his fingertips felt soft and wonderfully elastic.