Just a touch, and Yin Qinghe’s delicate body trembled uncontrollably, almost collapsing onto the bed.

This insolent disciple!

He’d been waiting there for me to bump into him all along.

How hateful.

He planned this from the start.

And because she’d used some force to push Qin Yu away, it led to...

Her clothes were now a little rumpled.

Yet look at Qin Yu, he wasn’t even shaken in the slightest by the bump.

Meanwhile, she herself was nearly frightened out of her wits.

"Shiniang, are you alright?"

Qin Yu was still asking, but Yin Qinghe found him completely fake.

Because this guy was getting bolder by the second!

He might sound caring, but he was actually getting even closer.

"Ngh!"

Yin Qinghe gritted her teeth, not making a sound.

But her face grew even redder, blooming like a vibrant peach flower, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and then to her slender, fair neck.

Qin Yu took all of this in, suppressing his own surging emotions. "Shiniang, are you saying you want your disciple to just press here like this?"

He honestly didn’t mind.

But seeing his shiniang like this, he was about to lose control himself.

"You!..."

Yin Qinghe was grinding her teeth to pieces.

The two of them, in this situation, even if it really was just a normal massage, it still didn’t look right.

If this brat kept rocking her shoulders constantly while massaging...

How would that look?!

"You... move back a little."

The reprimand at her lips somehow came out soft and... almost pleading.

Qin Yu didn’t push further, backing away a little bit.

He promised to give shiniang a massage, so he definitely couldn’t... do anything else.

With a bit of space, Yin Qinghe immediately turned over. Since she’d been lying down, when she turned, she ended up sitting on the edge of the bed.

Qin Yu stood right in front of her, blocking the light.

His tall figure was like a looming dark cloud filling Yin Qinghe’s vision, and such a presence made her feel a huge sense of pressure, her pupils shrinking involuntarily.

So scary!

She suddenly found herself worrying a bit for Zhao Mengli.

Qin Yu was so tall and strong, but Zhao Mengli seemed so petite and delicate, so fragile.

How could she handle it?

It’s only natural for a shiniang like her to worry.

"Hmph!"

After a brief shock, Yin Qinghe let out a cold snort.

Damn disciple!

He dares show off in front of his own shiniang?!

No matter what, she was a Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivator, she couldn’t possibly show weakness in front of a Qi Refining Fourth Layer disciple.

She shifted her position and then rose to her feet.

Of course she couldn’t just keep lying on the bed, that would look terrible, so she moved toward the soft couch in the room.

Maybe she knew she couldn’t win this argument either.

This time, Yin Qinghe didn’t bother pulling over the thin blanket to cover herself.

The main thing was, getting a massage through the blanket really wasn’t as comfortable.

After she laid down, Qin Yu didn’t bother being polite at all, sitting right next to her.

So annoying!

There was a chair right there!

Yin Qinghe wanted to scold him, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was face-to-face with that rascal disciple’s chest.

She simply turned her head to the other side—out of sight, out of mind.

Hmph!

Did this insolent disciple really dare do something overboard to her?!

She simply didn’t believe it.

"Shiniang, your disciple’s starting now."

As soon as he spoke, Yin Qinghe felt a sudden coolness on her feet.

Her embroidered shoes had been taken off.

"Don’t." She stopped him instinctively.

It was obvious.

The memory of last time was still vivid in her mind.

"Shiniang, I just thought you might feel more comfortable with your shoes off."

Qin Yu looked perfectly innocent, not making further moves.

He shifted a bit, then began massaging his beautiful shiniang’s shoulders.

"Mmm!..."

Just that gentle squeeze, and Yin Qinghe jolted slightly as if an electric current passed through her, a muffled hum escaping her lips.

Her eyes narrowed, long lashes quivering, a watery glint flickering within.

Days of fatigue seemed to melt away at the touch of his hands.

Her emotions shifted from tense to gradually relaxed.

She could feel Qin Yu occasionally brush against her collar, but she pretended not to notice, not even opening her eyes.

From her shoulder to her back, then to her legs...

Originally, Yin Qinghe wanted to refuse, but Qin Yu was behaving quite properly—he didn’t touch anywhere inappropriate.

And, the massage really was comfortable.

So she let him continue.

Qin Yu was delighted.

Shiniang’s legs were silky smooth, flawless, gliding under his fingertips at the slightest touch.

The curves were alluring—beautiful from every angle and utterly captivating.

Qin Yu truly found them hard to let go of, until shiniang seemed a little annoyed and shifted, forcing him to stop.

So, his gaze drifted to her jade feet.

Yin Qinghe had thought it was over and was ready to get up, when she saw her rascal disciple sitting at the end of the couch, directly grabbing hold of both her feet.

"You!..."

She wanted to pull back, but her ankle was trapped, and just as she was about to scold him, Qin Yu spoke oh-so-seriously, "Shiniang, a massage isn’t complete without the feet."

He started going off about all sorts of supposedly proper theories—how this spot corresponded to that part of the body, and pressing here had what benefits.

All that and more.

Finally he added, "Shiniang, you wouldn’t want to waste all your previous efforts now, would you?"

Yin Qinghe was a little tempted by what he said, but still hesitated, feeling somewhat anxious. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Don’t worry, shiniang, I’ll be gentle this time. If you’re uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll stop," Qin Yu promised solemnly.

But he still wouldn’t let go of her feet.

"Really?"

Qin Yu nodded immediately, practically swearing an oath.

Yin Qinghe didn’t speak again.

Though she tacitly allowed it, she still kept a close eye on him, ready to pull back at any moment.

To put her at ease, Qin Yu started to press ever so properly.

With each spot he pressed, he’d explain the benefit and efficacy.

Whether it really worked as he said, Yin Qinghe didn’t know—but even just tapping these points, aside from a slight tingling, didn’t feel too bad.

And, it was within her tolerance.

Gradually, she let her guard down...

The atmosphere in the room grew harmonious again.

"Shiniang, your disciple is about to start pressing now..."

"Mm."

Yin Qinghe mumbled sleepily in response.

Qin Yu held her sole, then his thumb slid toward her toes.

"Mmm..."

Yin Qinghe felt a wave of tingling pleasure flow from the bottom of her foot all the way to her head, making her let out a soft moan almost involuntarily.

Her body arched a bit, feet tensing and curling up.

[Emotion Point +2 from Yin Qinghe]

Only after a while did she open her eyes and start chasing him away. "That’s enough, that’s about it for today. You can go now."

But of course Qin Yu had no intention of leaving.

"Shiniang, I was just getting started..."

He continued to hold tightly onto her feet, refusing to let go.

"I... I’m tired, I need to rest a bit."

Yin Qinghe tried to find an excuse and pull back, but still couldn’t get her way. At once, she fixed him with those watery peach blossom eyes, "If you don’t leave, I’ll call Li’Er in here!"