Chapter 129: Just Massage the Feet!

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Just Massage the Feet! Lu Qing found the stiletto heel that had been kicked to the corner and crouched half-down in front of her. "What... are you doing?"

He grabbed her foot and placed it on his knee. Her fair, delicate foot, with toenails that looked exceptionally lustrous, lightly twitched enticingly.

Lu Qing’s gaze landed on the smooth instep of her foot. His fingertips skimmed over her silky skin, sending a tingling sensation through her.

The warmth of his fingertips settled on her instep. His pinky scratched lightly at her sole, making her heartstrings quiver slightly with a ticklish feeling.

The atmosphere turned ambiguously intimate—she actually blushed!

And Lu Qing seemed enchanted by her pair of jade-like feet—delicate, petite, even carrying a hint of fragrance. Each toe was round and lush, exuding allure with a trace of sweetness. He held onto her feet, seemingly forgetting to let go for a moment.

"Lu Qing? Lu Qing?"

Qin Miaomiao called his name several times; why had he suddenly frozen? Especially with those eyes fixed so intently on her feet—was there something wrong with her feet?

Or... did he have some kind of peculiar fondness for feet?

The more she thought about it, the more awkward it felt. Unable to resist, she tried pulling her foot back, only for Lu Qing to leisurely say:

"In the future, don’t go barefoot. It’s bad for your health."

What? Suddenly he was talking about wellness?

He picked up her high-heeled shoe and, with remarkable tenderness, helped her put it on. As he held her ankle, his fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver of numbness down her back.

Then he lifted her other foot. On the surface, Lu Qing appeared expressionless, but his movements were slow and deliberate, as though he were undertaking a task of utmost seriousness.

Qin Miaomiao felt a peculiar flicker in her heart.

He seemed far too skilled at stirring up emotions. Her body stiffened, and her palm pressed against his shoulder began to burn with heat.

"Done."

Finally, he released her foot and stood up, only to inadvertently bump her forehead. The dull pain made her eyes redden.

She let out an "Ah," and her forehead was visibly flushed red!

"So painful!"

A rare hint of embarrassment flashed across Lu Qing’s face. He immediately raised his hand to rub her forehead gently.

"How is it? Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts."

Her voice carried a soft, unique tenderness. The slight tears in her eyes due to the pain made her look even more heart-wrenching.

Many women had tried to feign weakness in front of him, yet he was usually unmoved. But she was the exception—when she said she was hurting, his heart ached for her deeply, and his movements grew even gentler.

Rubbing wasn’t enough; he pulled her to sit on the sofa, placing her legs across his knee in a highly ambiguous posture while continuing to massage her head.

His other hand rested on her... smooth, fair ankle.

His nails, slightly firm, grazed against her skin, causing Qin Miaomiao’s body to tremble slightly. She hurriedly grabbed his hand and exclaimed:

"I’m not in pain anymore. Let’s go."

"Alright."

After replying, he stood up and scooped her into his arms. Qin Miaomiao was taken aback and hadn’t had time to react when he spoke in a deep, sexy voice:

"Hold on tight."

She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, but as soon as they stepped out, she could feel eyes fixated on her from all directions. Oh, how embarrassing it was.

She quickly buried her head into his chest and murmured softly, "Put me down quickly. Everyone’s staring."

Lu Qing ignored her, boldly carrying her out.

The surrounding women were green with envy, their faces filled with jealousy. Their bitterness ran even deeper.

"What’s so special about that woman that Lu Qing likes her so much?"

"It’s just her skill in bed, isn’t it? Lu Qing must be bewitched. But no matter how much he likes her, she’s still just a little third. Just wait for the official lady to come deal with her."