Li Qianfan squatted down as he spoke and stretched out his hands, wanting to grab Lin Jingying’s beautiful feet adorned with high heels.

But Lin Jingying swiftly withdrew her foot with a “whoosh.”

“Your posture is wrong,” Lin Jingying said.

“What’s wrong with my posture? I’m just going to massage your feet, do I really need a proper posture for that?” Li Qianfan retorted, slightly annoyed.

“Kneel down to massage me,” Lin Jingying said, her face blushing.

“You want me to kneel? No way, I refuse,” Li Qianfan said without hesitation.

Lin Jingying added, “What I mean is, kneel on one knee, just… just like proposing.”

“You sure demand a lot!” Li Qianfan said impatiently.

“Hurry up, stop dawdling,” Lin Jingying urged.

Finally, Li Qianfan knelt on one knee, grabbing Lin Jingying’s lovely feet with high heels and began to knead and massage them.

Lin Jingying’s feet were petite and elegant, exquisitely beautiful, her smooth and thin black stockings exuding an overwhelming allure.

And as soon as Li Qianfan removed the high heels from Lin Jingying’s feet, a faint perfume scent immediately wafted into his nose.

There was no need to guess; it was obvious Lin Jingying had sprayed perfume on her feet.

Li Qianfan’s hands gripped Lin Jingying’s silk-covered feet, stroking and pressing them with vigor.

It had only been three or four minutes, but Lin Jingying’s breathing already grew heavier, her face was flushed deeply with redness, and a passionate look shone from her beautiful eyes.

Seeing Lin Jingying like this, Li Qianfan couldn’t help but swallow hard, wanting badly to pin this woman beneath him and ravish her fervently.

“This… this foot too… press it for me…”

Lin Jingying said between breaths, extending her other beautiful foot in front of Li Qianfan.

Li Qianfan grasped one of her feet in one hand and continued to massage and knead her relentlessly.

The cozy sensation spread incessantly from both feet, immersing Lin Jingying completely.

Even though Lin Jingying had visited numerous beauty salons and undergone many massage and relaxation treatments, she had never experienced anything as comfortable as this.

She was nearly unable to extricate herself from the feeling now.

“Does it feel good, Sister Lin?” Li Qianfan asked with a smile.

Lin Jingying gasped softly and replied, “So… so good… your technique… is amazing…”

“Of course, this is a very advanced massage method,” Li Qianfan said proudly.

“Squeeze harder… mm…”

Lin Jingying murmured, practically melting into the sofa.

Watching Lin Jingying in such a state of overflowing passion, Li Qianfan couldn’t help but have a physical reaction, his pants pitching a tent high enough to be conspicuous.

The unusual bulge on Li Qianfan was clearly noticed by Lin Jingying.

Looking at the prominently raised tent in Li Qianfan’s trousers, Lin Jingying’s mind uncontrollably conjured up images of Li Qianfan in that little restaurant kitchen, fervently dominating the mature and gentle Cheng Shufen and the pure and adorable Li Xiaotong on the countertop.

Recalling Li Qianfan’s robust vigor, Lin Jingying felt a certain part of her own body start to dampen.

Yet, at this moment, the door suddenly opened.

The person who walked in was none other than Liu Ruyan!

“What are you two doing here!”

Seeing Li Qianfan kneeling in front of Lin Jingying, his hands fervently kneading her black-stockinged feet, Liu Ruyan instantly flared her eyebrows angrily, her eyes seeming to shoot fiery arrows.

Li Qianfan jumped in shock, immediately letting go of Lin Jingying’s feet and standing up as he explained, “Don’t misunderstand, Sister Lin was rehearsing all day and her feet got sore, so I just massaged them to help her relax. We weren’t doing anything else.”

Lin Jingying also hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

Her cheeks were still flushed bright red, and her gaze carried a hint of evasion, like someone caught in the act of theft.

“Really just giving her a massage?” Liu Ruyan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,” Li Qianfan responded quickly.

Lin Jingying also chimed in, “Lili, I’m innocent with Li Xiang, don’t overthink it. Besides, he’s your brother, not your husband. Why are you policing him so closely?”

“It’s precisely because he’s my brother that I have to keep him strictly in check,” Liu Ruyan said firmly.

Then Liu Ruyan added, “It’s getting late. You should head back to your room and rest.”

“Alright.”

Lin Jingying reluctantly gave Li Qianfan one last glance before turning around to leave.

As soon as Lin Jingying left, Liu Ruyan shut the door and then strode up to Li Qianfan.

“Are you into Lin Jingying?” Liu Ruyan asked.

“No, no,” Li Qianfan quickly shook his head.

“You think I’ll believe your nonsense?” Liu Ruyan said irritably.

Li Qianfan sighed and said, “Ruyan, don’t get it twisted. Although Lin Jingying is indeed very beautiful and even a big celebrity, compared to you, she doesn’t even come close.”

“Really?” Liu Ruyan asked.

“Absolutely true,” Li Qianfan nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

Only then did Liu Ruyan finally reveal a satisfied smile.

Li Qianfan seized the opportunity to pull Liu Ruyan onto the sofa, sweet-talking her while his hands roved up and down.

Though Li Qianfan didn’t employ the Yin-Yang Massage Technique, he still managed to make Liu Ruyan breathe faster, her eyes brimming with passion.

“You rascal, stop touching. If you keep going, I’ll…”

As she spoke, Liu Ruyan swatted away Li Qianfan’s hands and pushed him off her.

Having been teased earlier by Lin Jingying, Li Qianfan was already suffering, his body feeling as though a fire burned within.

So, Li Qianfan said, “Ruyan, let me just once, I can’t hold it in any longer.”

“No way. Lin Jingying is still in the room next door waiting for me. If I come back too late, she’ll notice something,” Liu Ruyan said.

“But I’m really on the brink,” Li Qianfan said, frowning miserably.

“Then handle it yourself,” Liu Ruyan said mockingly, standing up and heading out.

Watching Liu Ruyan’s departing figure, Li Qianfan shook his head and sighed.

Two days passed unknowingly.

Lin Jingying still went to rehearse daily at Dadong City’s Central Grand Theater, and Li Qianfan accompanied her every day for protection.

Zhao Changsheng, the richest man in Dahai City, hadn’t sent anyone to bother Lin Jingying again, which actually disappointed Li Qianfan a little.

“Why’s that Zhao Changsheng chickening out? It’s been two or three days, yet he didn’t send anyone stronger after you,” Li Qianfan remarked.

Before Lin Jingying could respond, Chen Feng laughed aloud and said, “Must be because that Jiang Chen got scared of you. Once he reported back to Zhao Changsheng, Zhao probably got frightened too, Mr. Li.”

“I sure hope that’s the case,” Lin Jingying said.

Night had already fallen, and after dinner, Li Qianfan and Lin Jingying returned to the hotel.

Around eleven at night, as Li Qianfan was drifting into slumber, he suddenly heard someone silently enter his room, with faint footsteps gradually approaching.