"Did you... do the thing that makes babies?"
An Nuannuan clutched the quilt, and her words inevitably carried a slight trace of sourness.
Xu Musen had a puzzled expression, but seeing An Nuannuan gripping the quilt reminded him of last night's events.
"She indeed came to see me yesterday, but she just talked and left."
Xu Musen approached her.
He looked at An Nuannuan, who had a little face that seemed like she had just bitten into a sour plum, and he felt an inexplicable sensation in his heart.
He smiled and pinched her little face, "Jealous?"
"I don't like vinegar, I like sweet things."
An Nuannuan pursed her lips, not sure if she was genuinely clueless or just pretending.
Xu Musen: "Then I'll treat you to milk tea, how about I add extra pearls for you?"
"I am the boss here, the milk tea and everything here are already mine..."
An Nuannuan said as she looked around the small room.
To An Nuannuan, it wasn't about the milk tea shop; what mattered was the milk tea shop that had Xu Musen, the one that she and Xu Musen ran together.
Plus, this bed, which she and Xu Musen had bought together, had not even been tested by her.
Yet someone else had slept in it first...
An Nuannuan unzipped the quilt cover, preparing to change it.
"The new quilt cover was just washed today; let's wash this one too. My grandma says we should change the quilt cover at least once a week, otherwise there will be dust mites," An Nuannuan remarked.
Xu Musen didn't stop her; after all, the quilt cover did need a wash.
And probably, the little girl wanted to wash away not just the mites, but Xu Musen, the "little silver bug" who'd been unfaithful.
Watching her busily moving about with her head down, the cotton socks on her feet swayed slightly with her mood.
Xu Musen smiled, reached out his hand gently, and lifted her body onto the bed.
"Ah..." An Nuannuan suddenly felt her body lift into the air.
Then she was placed by Xu Musen in the middle of the bed, and the soft and bouncy mattress made the young girl's body slightly undulate.
Immediately after, Xu Musen began to take off his jacket.
An Nuannuan had not yet reacted; although she had never been in a relationship, she had read the biology textbooks.
Boys and girls, lying on the same bed, then taking off their clothes to sleep together, would, would make a baby...
This was something that she must discuss with grandma and grandpa.
But Xu Musen just smiled and said, "The boss was right in her criticism just now. Please allow me to give you a massage as an apology."
With that, Xu Musen gently held her little foot clad in the cotton sock, perfectly sized to fit in his palm, and the tiny toes quivered through the sock like pearls.
Xu Musen held the girl's feet but sighed softly.
"Remember the first time I massaged your foot at school, it didn't move at all."
Back then, An Nuannuan couldn't do without a wheelchair, but now she was able to walk slowly with the aid of a crutch.
An Nuannuan's eyes brimmed with memories, and her puffed cheeks slowly relaxed, resembling a little pufferfish finally easing off.
"The first time you touched my foot was in KFC."
"...Could that even be called touching?"
Xu Musen felt a bit off whenever he thought of KFC.
"Xu Musen, do you really like... feet and such?"
An Nuannuan watched him massage her foot gently, saying it felt comfortable, but she never understood what was so fun about foot massages.
Xu Musen paused for a moment, looking at An Nuannuan seriously.
"Actually, it's not that I like it, but because I wanted to see you get better sooner, I just wanted to help however I could."
How could I possibly be a pervert with a foot fetish?
It's all for the greater good of humanity!
An Nuannuan did not argue with him, she just kept her clear eyes steadily on him.
A few seconds later, An Nuannuan spoke, "Actually, if you do like feet, I won't mind at all, if you like, I can take off my socks too..."
An Nuannuan's face was innocent, but her words sounded like a siren's whisper.
Xu Musen had long found the little cotton socks unpleasant, looking at the pure white legs in front of her sock, her little foot must be even whiter and softer.
"Actually, I think, for a massage, it's better to find the acupoints more accurately if the foot is bare," he said.
Xu Musen cleared his throat, ready to act on his words.
But An Nuannuan pulled her foot back a little distance.
An Nuannuan's sudden proclamation left Xu Musen quite embarrassed.
"Nuannuan, this is entrapment, you know?"
An Nuannuan said nothing, as if a child's successful prank had finally brought some vindication, her two little feet quivered joyfully.
Xu Musen grabbed her little foot, but suddenly tickled the sole of her foot. Now that An Nuannuan had regained her sense of touch, the tickling sensation came through.
An Nuannuan seemed to have forgotten how to laugh properly, and suddenly cooed like a little dove, her face flushing slightly.
"Dare you not?" Xu Musen increased his strength, tickling the soft sole of the young girl's foot.
In ancient times, there was a form of torture where the criminal's soles would be coated with honey, and then goats would be brought to lick the soles with their rough tongues, tickling the person to death.
The milk tea shop has plenty of honey for making honey pomelo tea, and as for the goat's tongue... Xu Musen might serve as a substitute!