After leaving the Jinyue Building, I took a car directly home.

I opened the door and looked at the empty living room. Because my sister had gone back to school, I felt empty inside.

I glanced at the time; it would probably be quite some time before Mom returned from the group headquarters.

My mom actually prefers light flavors, but since my younger sister has been home these past few days, I’ve been catering to her tastes a bit more when I cook.

After taking a shower, I went downstairs to the supermarket and bought some vegetables. Seeing the lively grouper in the tank, I bought two more grouper.

My mother really likes to eat fish, and since Song Yu sprained her ankle, fish can also help supplement her nutrition.

Grouper is a very common species and not expensive. After the owner cleaned the fish, I took the vegetables and grouper home.

I stir-fried bean sprouts and cauliflower, then put the grouper in a steamer. After the millet and pumpkin porridge was cooked, the steamed fish was also perfectly ready.

I figured my mother should be back soon, so I carried the smaller grouper and a bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge to Song Yu’s house.

Song Yu was fast asleep in bed, and there was no sign of him being disheveled. However, it was unknown whether he was properly dressed under the silk quilt.

I sat by Song Yu’s bedside and admired her beautiful sleeping face for a while. Song Yu was sleeping very soundly. I stayed in her bedroom for almost ten minutes, and she did not wake up.

I gently shook Song Yu’s shoulder: “Sister Yu, wake up.”

Song Yu rubbed her sleepy eyes, her pretty face still showing signs of drowsiness: “Xiao Yuan? What time is it?”

It’s almost six o’clock in the afternoon.

Song Yu yawned, patted her mouth, stretched, and smiled at me, saying, “You’re really punctual; you always arrive right on time for meals.”

I smiled gently: “I dare not slack off in taking care of Sister Yu.”

Song Yu’s eyes swept over the steamed grouper sprinkled with shredded vegetables, a hint of surprise in her gaze: “You made this?”

“Yes, try it.”

Song Yu leaned against the headboard, her upper body only wearing a bra, her arms and shoulders bare, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.

I secretly admired the scene. Perhaps because I had vented enough on my sister and Chen Xiao today, I felt no desire or evil in my heart. I just felt that the beautiful scenery in front of me was rare.

Seeing Song Yu completely unconcerned about her upper body, I was puzzled by her behavior yet slightly excited: “Sister Yu, aren’t you going to put on some clothes?”

Song Yu gently smoothed her long hair, tying it behind her head. She took the chopsticks I handed her, looking nonchalant: “I’m too lazy to wear it. Anyway, I didn’t expose myself. Besides, you’re not an outsider.”

Not an outsider…

Hearing this, my throat bobbed slightly. Song Yu was gradually lowering her guard against me. It seemed that I had taken another big step in my journey to conquer Song Yu.

Song Yu took a sip of rice porridge and smiled gently at me: “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t been seen naked by you, you little pervert.”

I felt slightly embarrassed, and the image of Song Yu with her upper body completely naked flashed through my mind—her fair and jade-like upper body, her pair of proud and erect breasts like snow-capped peaks, and those two rosy nipples…

Song Yu put a piece of fish in his mouth and savored it carefully, then nodded in approval: “Delicious, not bad! It seems you’re skilled in all kinds of cooking!”

“How can that be called culinary skill? It’s just learning how to cook other people’s dishes.”

While we were chatting, I touched Song Yu’s beautiful feet again through the blanket, gently kneading them.

Song Yu glanced at me briefly without saying anything, which was tacitly approved of my actions.

After all, I’ve played with Song Yu’s beautiful feet so many times, it’s become a habit!

After about five or six minutes, I gradually became bolder and even took Song Yu’s little feet out of the quilt and held them in my arms, kneading and stroking them gently.

Just as I was savoring the delicate smoothness of Song Yu’s jade-like feet, Song Yu suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked me with a half-smile, “Lin Yuan, are you a foot fetishist?”

“Foot fetish? Uh…”

Although beautiful women’s feet are lovely, especially when they’re barefoot and wearing high heels, I’m honestly a total leg fetishist.

Long legs are the most attractive feature to me, so I especially like tall women.

I pinched Song Yu’s slender toes again and again: “Sister Yu, why did you ask that?”

Song Yu showed no embarrassment whatsoever: “I think you quite like my feet.”

“Cough cough…”

I didn’t expect Song Yu to be so blunt, and I immediately coughed awkwardly twice: “Sister Yu, the truth is that I don’t like your feet, but I had to do this in order to massage your ankles.”

“Yeah?”

Song Yu nodded as if she suddenly realized something, and then pretended to pull her legs back: “Then I won’t trouble you, I can massage myself.”

“Don’t be like that.”

I quickly took Song Yu’s bare, beautiful feet, which she was about to leave, into my arms: “How could we let Sister Yu suffer like this?”

Looking at Song Yu’s knowing look, I smiled helplessly and said, “Sister Yu, to be honest, I’m actually a leg fetishist.”

“Leg fetish?”

“Yes.” I nodded, my fingers gently stroking from Song Yu’s ankle down her slender calves to her knees, then back and forth across the back of her legs.

Song Yu looked like she already knew: “It’s quite normal to have a leg fetish.”

“That’s why I especially like tall girls, especially tall girls like you, Sister Yu, who have long legs and are over 1.7 meters tall.”

Song Yu glanced at my hands gently stroking her calves, then covered her mouth and chuckled, “Are you implying something?”

“Ahem.” I said calmly, “Sister Yu, how about we reconsider what happened yesterday? After all, I really want to hold three gold bricks.”

Song Yu rolled her eyes at me lightly: “What are you thinking, little brat? I remember you’re only sixteen, right? I’m nine years older than you.”

I thought to myself, “So what if I’m nine years older? Chu Ning and my aunt are fourteen years older than me!”

“Sister Yu, you’re nine years older than me, and I still haven’t managed to hold three gold bricks.”

I chuckled and said, “Besides, is age still a barrier? And Sister Yu is so beautiful, even if she were twenty years older than me, I would still be willing.”

I’ve practically laid my cards on the table with Song Yu, completely exposing my true intentions.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu’s expression stiffened slightly. She didn’t seem to have much of an emotional reaction. After three or four seconds, Song Yu used her beautiful feet to press down on my chest, kicking me onto the bed.

Her words carried a hint of disdain: “What does a little kid like him know?”

I secretly observed Song Yu’s reaction and expression, and I guessed that her attitude towards me was ambiguous and contradictory.

In her eyes, the age gap between us was indeed a problem.

I lay on Song Yu’s bed, limbs outstretched, and sighed heavily, feigning sorrow: “I wish to entrust my feelings to the bright moon, but the bright moon is also hazy.”

Song Yu couldn’t help but chuckle: “Oh, great poet, you’ve even started writing poetry?”

I sat up from her bed: “Sister Yu, I’m going back now. I’ll come see you again tomorrow.”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Song Yu waved her hand at me, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed: “Every time I come here, you little pervert take advantage of me.”

I said seriously, “Sister Yu, I did this entirely for your sake.”

Song Yu shrank back into the blankets: “I can’t be bothered with you.”

I gently pinched the soles of her feet through the blanket again, and under the intimidation of Song Yu’s beautiful eyes, I chuckled and left her house.

Song Yu’s muttered voice came from behind: “What a little pervert.”

I hummed a little tune to myself, feeling quite pleased with myself. After all, my relationship with Song Yu was becoming increasingly ambiguous, and the boundaries between us were getting lower and lower, constantly pushing the limits, which was undoubtedly something to be happy about.

When I arrived at my doorstep humming a little tune, I saw the stunningly beautiful woman standing there, and my expression froze slightly.