Chapter 1698 - 690: Self-Enchantment (Part 2)

Chapter 1698: Chapter 690: Self-Enchantment (Part 2)

From the thigh to the calf, when the time was about right, Zhou Wang smoothly picked up her foot and reached to take off those black flats.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Qu Peining awoke with a start by instinct, but it was already a bit too late to stop him. Zhou Wang swiftly took off her shoes and then, with lightning speed, pulled off those somewhat adorably cute cotton socks.

Accompanied by a "whoosh whoosh" sound, a pair of feet, tinged with a hint of pink and having nowhere to hide, was exposed.

"You..."

Qu Peining’s face flushed crimson, shrinking away trying to dodge, but Zhou Wang gave her a surprised look.

"Anyway, your shoes and socks are all wet, you wouldn’t want not to wash your feet, right?"

How should one respond to such a comment about not wanting to wash feet?

Qu Peining was momentarily speechless and could only shrink her head back, turning it aside, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s, "...Then hurry up."

Of course, I... can’t hurry up.

Zhou Wang stared blankly at Qu Peining’s feet. Given Qu Peining’s height of over 175 and her perfectly standard long-leg proportions, describing her feet as delicate would be inaccurate.

They should be slender, sexy.

But somehow, they felt very cute, with a slightly off-kilter grace.

Long ago, Zhou Wang thought he was a face person, as he grew up, he thought maybe he was a leg person, and then after seeing a lot of magazine photoshoots, he also found a woman’s straight back very beautiful...

Until he got into this line of work and saw more sights, Zhou Wang finally realized—

He actually had no specific preference.

The so-called fetish is just because you happen to only see the beauty of that aspect.

Before this, what left a deep impression on Zhou Wang was Ji Xiaoxi’s feet, that exotic golden chain still lingers in his heart... well, only partly.

Now, once again, Zhou Wang felt himself being entangled.

That time at the Magic City Building No. 9 Club, he didn’t have the chance to observe carefully, only now does he realize he missed some treasures.

With a pilgrimage-like mindset, Zhou Wang began to wash Qu Peining’s feet.

And Qu Peining, who was sitting on the toilet... said nothing.

Mm, she had to bite her lip hard to maintain this state.

Who washes feet so meticulously?

Qu Peining’s heart was wailing, but there was nothing she could say. However, she could understand, somewhat, why in old feudal times, a girl’s feet shouldn’t be easily seen or touched by a man.

It is indeed... quite strange.

As Qu Peining’s brow furrowed and then unconsciously relaxed, it felt like it took an eternity, but she finally sensed Zhou Wang gently placing her foot down.

"Whew."

Qu Peining let out a long breath, just about to put down her leg, but was stopped by Zhou Wang’s serious expression.

"Hold on!"

After Zhou Wang said this, he grabbed two disposable towels from the side, laying them on the clean marble floor, and then gestured to Qu Peining: "Okay now."

Qu Peining was speechless but couldn’t say anything. She simply followed suit, placing her feet on the paper towels.

Then Zhou Wang started using water to wash away the foam for Qu Peining; everything seemed normal, though Qu Peining felt somewhat complicated.

On one hand, she was relieved that nothing too outrageous had happened, but on the other hand... she felt a bit of a sense of loss.

What could she be lamenting about, Qu Peining herself couldn’t quite put into words.

Right then, Qu Peining suddenly felt something was off.

Because, in the process of Zhou Wang using paper towels to wipe the water traces, his technique suddenly became... quite bizarre.

Yes, that was the only word Qu Peining could use to describe it.

Not only were his actions incredibly slow, but he was almost wiping those water spots inch by inch, and the force he applied started to vary, as though using some professional technique to stimulate her meridians and blood vessels.

This sensation was familiar... back during intense training periods, they too would have professionals help them with muscle recovery.

Although Zhou Wang’s technique wasn’t as professional as those middle-aged women, in terms of comfort, it was surprisingly superior in many respects.

But Qu Peining felt uneasy.

Because an odd emotion that had calmed down had an instant tendency to resurface, the torrent of it akin to when she was outside the hallway before.

"Feels good, right? I learned from some videos. Consider yourself lucky. I’ve never done this to anyone else," Zhou Wang said as Peining slightly opened her red lips to say something.

Am I... the first one?

Knowing only Zhou Wang as a player, Qu Peining was instantly immersed in his words.

Words of rejection were instantly unspeakable. She even loathed to say "hurry up," instead, focusing on feeling every movement of Zhou Wang’s fingers on her skin.

Many know "wine doesn’t intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves," but few know its opening line—

"Colors don’t allure, people allure themselves."

At this moment, Qu Peining was in such a state.

Zhou Wang didn’t even need to subtly flirt with her; Qu Peining could already feel her heart racing faster, her soul continually falling, unable to break free.

When at some point Zhou Wang unintentionally brushed the cotton white, Qu Peining suddenly felt like a startled swan, her neck taut and unable to lower for a long while.

How long had passed, Qu Peining wasn’t sure, when she felt Zhou Wang pick up her now-dry-cleaned feet.

Qu Peining was instantly stunned.

How unhygienic this is!

But her thoughts were scattered, quickly drowning in that unprecedented tenderness, she could only let out hurried nasal sounds, unable to stop anything.

Then Qu Peining realized she was unable to refuse anything now.

The buttons of her blouse popped one by one; she watched as Zhou Wang stood up, lifted her chin.

But he just kissed... Peining’s eyes widened, feeling something was off, but facing Zhou Wang’s three-time questioning of "is this okay," she could only respond with the weakest act, closing her eyes.

Here it comes, that feeling again.

Qu Peining realized that in facing Zhou Wang’s kisses, she was "so skilled it hurt one’s heart."

Yes, the time they knew each other wasn’t long, but the seed planted at the Magic City Building 9 Club grew so robustly, the compatibility so surprisingly strong.

Moreover, this time, Qu Peining’s feelings were particularly different.

Because she realized she wasn’t resisting in the slightest, for the first time, she was enjoying the intimacy with Zhou Wang fully in character.

She even wrapped her arms around Zhou Wang’s neck, in her clumsy way, letting all the hidden passion, long unconstrained, erupt; at some moment, Qu Peining even sensed Zhou Wang being a bit overwhelmed.

But Qu Peining just didn’t want to let go of him.

"Huff huff..."

Finally feeling breathless, Qu Peining released Zhou Wang; their foreheads touching, there was a moment of silence.

Zhou Wang then gave her a light kiss again, with a slightly prickly sensation... Qu Peining sensed her lips were likely swollen but still couldn’t resist him.

Zhou Wang chuckled slightly without reason, and the satisfaction in that laugh made Qu Peining briefly embarrassed, but she then helplessly turned her head to escape.

She felt herself being completely lifted by Zhou Wang, placed on the washbasin.

"Actually, you’re not clean enough; you need another wash."

"Hmm?"

Baffled, Qu Peining opened her eyes, seeing no reason, Zhou Wang had already lowered his head.

Whoosh!

Cotton white flew through the air, falling to the ground.

Qu Peining’s heart raced uncontrollably; her lack of knowledge often left her clueless about Zhou Wang’s actions, yet instinctively, she could summon some vague judgments.

Like now.

But... how could this be okay, how is this acceptable!