lerbook Chapter 126 Not Angry!
Chapter 126 Not Angry!
Chapter 126 Not Angry!
What kind of skill does Lin Yourong possess to play the ghost story game with this old fox who has been reborn?
There's no way I could be dragged down by her!
Of course, Lin Yourong didn't just talk the talk; she actually took action, bending down to put her hand into the bucket to test the water temperature. Then she straightened up, picked up the thermos from the coffee table, and the crisp "splashing" sound of water echoed in the quiet living room.
She added some hot water to the bucket and carefully adjusted the water temperature for Yu Huan.
The faint candlelight flickered gracefully, emitting a soft, dim yellow glow.
Yu Huan watched this scene, and although a warm feeling welled up in her heart, she plopped down on the wooden sofa, took off her shoes, and then quickly took off her socks, as if expressing her dissatisfaction through her actions.
His gentle eyes were hidden in the dim light, but his tone carried a hint of annoyance: "Why do I need you to take off your shoes? It's not like I don't have hands."
Lin Yourong put the stopper back in place and returned the thermos to its original position.
The dim candlelight illuminated her smiling face.
With a hint of playfulness, she asked in a coquettish tone, "Are you really angry?"
“I’m not angry!” Yu Huan’s voice rose slightly.
Lin Yourong is in high spirits right now. That's just how this girl is; even when the environment is dim and you can't see her face clearly, she immediately gets back to work.
Her eyes sparkled: "I'm not going to soak my feet with you, you'll definitely do something naughty again!"
"You broke your promise!" Yu Huan's words were firm and resolute, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
He lifted his feet and put them into the bucket.
The temperature was just right, a slightly warm sensation spreading through my skin and up to my heart. I gently swung my feet, enjoying this comfort and relaxation.
As he swayed his feet, the water in the bucket rippled. Yu Huan took a deep breath, feeling the aroma of mugwort fill his nostrils.
This action seemed to be a long sigh of relief.
Lin Yourong stood beside him, her previous cheerful expression now gone. She cautiously nudged his shoulder and said weakly, "Are you really angry?"
Yu Huan turned her head away, deliberately avoiding looking at her.
However, the smile on his lips was hard to hide, as if it were about to stretch to the heavens at any moment.
How many times in his past life had he stubbornly endured this set of PUA tactics? With so many experiences, he must have gained some insights.
Yu Huan smiled to himself.
Are you afraid I can't handle your pure love warrior, Lin Yourong?
Lin Yourong suddenly nudged his shoulder gently again and said weakly, "Does your injured left foot still hurt?"
"I wasn't feeling anything at first." Yu Huan looked back at her, "But climbing so many stairs at night, and having to run to catch up with you and put a mask on you, it's a little uncomfortable."
Candlelight flickers.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips were gently pursed together. Not only was her tone weak, but her expression also appeared somewhat frail.
See this.
Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh. The solemnity on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile.
He waved his hand with a smile and said gently, "Okay, I was just teasing you, I'm not angry!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong softly uttered an "Oh".
She lowered her head, and suddenly turned and stepped towards the door.
Upon seeing this, Yu Huan felt a pang in her heart, realizing that perhaps she had gone too far with her joke and the girl was trying to storm out.
His lips parted as he was about to speak, but Lin Yourong stopped to the left of the door, bent down to pick up a small stool from the ground, and then turned around and sat down in front of the bucket.
In the dim candlelight, Lin Yourong's fair and delicate face appeared exceptionally beautiful.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing two arms as white and tender as lotus roots, along with gold bracelets and silver chains, which shimmered and gleamed in the candlelight, making them extremely eye-catching.
She bit her lip, suppressing her shyness, and whispered with her head down, "If you're not feeling well, I'll give you a massage~"
Yu Huan leaned back and slumped into the wooden sofa, looking at her pretty face.
This angle...
Why does this feel like I'm back in a foot massage parlor?
Upon realizing this, he realized that his previous act of impatience was just a joke, and that actually asking her to massage his feet would feel like demeaning her.
So he quickly sat up straight and reached out to block Lin Yourong's soft hand from reaching into the tub.
Yu Huan quickly retorted, "What do you want me to massage? If I want a foot massage, can't I just go to a foot massage parlor?"
"What!" Lin Yourong looked up in surprise, her clear eyes staring straight at Yu Huan, as if trying to see something on his face: "You've been to a foot massage parlor?"
Looking at her, Yu Huan couldn't help but find it a little funny.
He slumped back onto the wooden sofa and calmly corrected her, "What I meant was, if I wanted a foot massage, wouldn't I go to a foot massage parlor? Don't misunderstand me."
Lin Yourong immediately reached into the tub, pinched and twisted his ankle, and asked repeatedly, "So, have you ever been to a foot massage parlor?!"
There is no pain when you twist this area.
Yu Huan remained as steady as an old dog.
"No, no!" He shook his head vigorously, denying it outright: "I swear! I've never been there in my life!"
Lin Yourong looked at Yu Huan with suspicion, seemingly still somewhat skeptical of his words.
"I'll trust you for now."
As she spoke, she released her grip, her soft fingertips reaching down, and her palm gently pressed against Yu Huan's instep.
Yu Huan immediately moved her knees slightly as if by reflex, and her feet also moved gently.
Amidst the rushing water, he quickly sat up straight, adopting a proper, upright posture. Was he really going to do it?
She said, somewhat insincerely, "Rongrong, I already said I'm not angry! Besides, how could I let you massage my feet!"
Lin Yourong did not stop what she was doing. She awkwardly pressed Yu Huan's left toes a few times with uneven pressure, but her expression was very serious.
As she massaged their feet, she said playfully, "I've never massaged my parents' feet either, so we're even now!"
Smelling the faint scent of mugwort, Yu Huan felt Lin Yourong's fingertips gently gliding over his feet.
Although Lin Yourong was kneading and massaging very seriously, Yu Huan felt that it really had nothing to do with foot massage.
However, I feel better psychologically.
The flickering candlelight illuminated her flushed face. Her eyes were slightly lowered, as if they held a pool of spring water, clear and bright.
Noticing Yu Huan's gaze, she secretly glanced at him before quickly looking back into the bucket, her eyes becoming evasive.
She was clearly very shy and embarrassed.
Yu Huan bent down slightly, stretched out his palm, and gently grasped her slender, fair wrist.
The delicate and soft touch made him reluctant to let go. He said gently, "Okay, okay, my left foot doesn't hurt anymore. If you keep massaging it, I'll start sweating."
"Oh," Lin Yourong replied, her chin lowered.
She stopped talking and splashed water in the bucket with her hands, as if trying to hide her embarrassment.
Yu Huan slumped back into the sofa from her upright position.
The years are quiet.
Yu Huan soaked her feet.
Lin Yourong was playing with the warm mugwort water when she suddenly said, "You need to trim your toenails."
Yu Huan smiled and pressed her advantage: "Then are you going to trim my toenails? There are nail clippers in the first drawer of the TV cabinet—looking forward to it!"
Hearing this, Lin Yourong glared at him and said coquettishly, "I've never even cut my parents' nails. Let's get this straight, how are you going to repay me?"
Yu Huan thought for a moment and tentatively said, "Then I'll treat you to a late-night snack. I noticed you didn't eat much tonight, so how about we have a nice meal?" He thought it was a good suggestion.
"Late-night snack? Who do you think I am!" Lin Yourong pinched his ankle hard, scolding him playfully, but then added softly as she got up, "You can take me to the airport tomorrow~"
Yu Huan scratched his head, admitting, as a seasoned veteran, that he was somewhat charmed.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly picked up where she left off: "Rongrong, you're not just anyone, you're my wife! What's wrong with a wife cutting her husband's nails?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong immediately turned around and spat at him.
Her face flushed, clearly she was also attracted to him.
Having won back a point, Yu Huan remained calm and collected, chuckling to himself.
He watched as Lin Yourong crouched down slightly, opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, and because the light was dim, she probably couldn't see very clearly. She groped around for a while before finally finding the nail clippers.
Yu Huan consciously lifted her legs, grabbed a towel from the coffee table, dried them, and stepped onto the edge of the bucket, eagerly awaiting what was to come.
Seeing his expectant look, Lin Yourong glared at him again.
But she still sat back down on the small stool and began trimming his toenails. Holding the nail clippers in her right hand, she gently pried open Yu Huan's toes with her left and began trimming slowly.
Compared to her previous foot massages, Lin Yourong is clearly more skilled at trimming toenails.
Her movements were gentle and skillful. After trimming each toenail, she would carefully check and polish it to ensure that there were no uneven spots.
Yu Huan's toenails were indeed quite long and hadn't been trimmed since she was hospitalized. Now, with Lin Yourong taking such good care of them, she felt a surge of comfort and satisfaction.
Throughout the process, Lin Yourong focused intently on the faint scent of mugwort.
Yu Huan felt a little reluctant to speak up and disturb her.
Time passed like this bit by bit.
"It's all cut~" Lin Yourong released Yu Huan's right little toe.
Yu Huan immediately nodded and said, "Thank you, my wife. You're so good to me!"
Lin Yourong raised her head and said proudly, "Even when I'm not by your side, you must remember how good I am to you!"
Yu Huan sat cross-legged on the wooden sofa, scratching his head: "Why do you make me sound like a heartless man?"
"Also, you're not allowed to go to any foot massage parlors!" Lin Yourong emphasized as she placed the nail clippers on the coffee table.
Yu Huan shrank back: "Even the proper ones won't work?"
"Hmm?" Lin Yourong glanced sideways with her clear black and white eyes.
Yu Huan nodded: "Okay."
Sudden.
His phone, which was on the sofa beside him, rang on vibration. Yu Huan looked at the two big characters 'Song Nian' on the screen, picked up the phone and answered.
"Hey, Huan-ge, you're not working tomorrow, right? Come over and play some games?" Yu Songnian's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
Yu Huan glanced at Lin Yourong's beautiful face and muttered to himself: Why is he playing games with you so late at night instead of spending time with his wife?
(End of this chapter)