Do Not Approach

A Kiss Under the Starry Sky.

Mu Xiaoxiao was now in a passive position, pinned down by the young miss' assertiveness, struggling but unable to break free for the moment.

She had experienced Qin Yi's occasional dominance before-like that rainy day when they narrowly escaped being hit by a motorcycle. Xiaoxiao had used all her strength to shake her off, but the young miss' fingers clung to her tightly, leaving bruises that lasted for over two weeks.

Fine.

After all, it was Mu Xiaoxiao who first suggested the massage.

Might as well let it be.

She took a deep breath and lay back down. If she couldn't resist, she might as well enjoy it. After all, what ill intentions could the young miss possibly have?

In Xiaoxiao's mind, the young miss is pure and flawless, like jade-vague about emotions and occasionally adorably clueless.

Unfortunately, that was how she used to be.

After enduring many teasing advances from Mu Xiaoxiao, the young miss had evolved into a sharp and confident Qin Yi. How could she allow Mu Xiaoxiao to continue acting recklessly?

She might have been passive before, but only because she had fallen first. Now things were different-she knew that her silly Mu Xiaoxiao had feelings too, which made everything much easier.

The young miss' delicate hands... What is she doing with them?

Those nimble hands, once used to play the piano and the guzheng, were as exquisite as those of the finest hand models.

Now, those same hands glided smoothly over Mu Xiaoxiao's back, massaging her gently. Feigning innocence, she even mimicked Xiaoxiao's former tone, asking, "How does it feel?"

Biting her lip, Xiaoxiao held back any sound.

Such a strange feeling. It felt as though her whole body had become a soft, ripe peach in the young miss' hands, so tender it was about to burst.

When the young miss heard Xiaoxiao mention her sore shoulder blades, she kneaded those areas lightly, her cool fingertips teasingly brushing against sensitive spots.

Xiaoxiao trembled, and not just her face-her ears burned crimson as well.

With a sly smile, the young miss asked, "Can you feel it?"

Mu Xiaoxiao: !!!

Why did she have to ask that now? How could she not feel it? Her whole bath had been wasted!

Though she had always considered herself a composed young woman, meeting the young miss had brought out unfamiliar and unexpected sides of her.

She felt that the young miss' hands were both cold and hot at the same time-cool where they touched her shoulders, but sending waves of warmth throughout her body. Her entire focus was drawn to those fingers, trailing down her back, inch by inch...

"I'm done!"

Xiaoxiao bolted upright, her face burning as she grabbed a towel to cover herself. The exhaustion she felt earlier vanished, replaced by panic. She glanced hastily at the young miss, whose dark eyes shimmered with an unfamiliar light, locking onto her.

Xiaoxiao suddenly felt like a little chick about to be tossed into a pot. No more teasing, no more games-she scrambled up and rushed to take another bath.

Watching her retreating figure, the young miss raised an eyebrow, casually picking up a book and pretending to read.

Heh.