Chapter 4
Since reaching my bargain with Shen Yu, I’d been visiting his residence frequently.
Acting as his unpaid model.
The weather grew hotter.
I took off my outer robe and reclined on a couch in a sleeveless dress.
Creamy skin, red lips, white teeth.
Alluring from head to toe.
The scholar had never seen anything like it.
The instant he turned around, his face went crimson and he looked flustered.
“You—you have no sense of propriety!”
“It’s too hot. This is how we dress in my hometown when it’s hot.”
He stood frozen for ages without picking up his brush.
So I rose and walked barefoot toward him.
“With all those thick clothes I wore before, how could you see the outlines and proportions clearly?”
Stopping in front of him, I took his wrist and placed his hand on my slender waist.
“Why not take the measurements yourself?”
A breeze came through the window, carrying my faint fragrance to his nose.
He hastily pushed me away.
I felt his fingertips trembling.
In the struggle, my neckline loosened, half revealing my breasts.
Suddenly, two red drops fell onto my white dress.
Like plum blossoms opening alone against the winter cold.
I looked up and saw blood streaming from Shen Yu’s nose.
And I saw clearly…the thick desire in his eyes.
On my way back, I was still amusing myself with how he’d looked.
Suddenly, a hand dragged me into an alley.
I was pulled to the ground.
Chi Ye’s gloomy voice sounded in my ear. “I underestimated you. You really do have a few tricks.”
“In and out of Shen’s residence so often—anyone who didn’t know better would think the scholar was about to get married.”
A rough fingertip tipped up my chin. He asked lazily, “Little bitch, how did you seduce him?”
He sounded rather curious.
I rubbed my stinging palm.
Even a few small stones could feel like knife cuts to an erotic heroine.
I lowered my eyes, hiding my anger.
Chi Ye, I’d settle this account slowly.
Standing gradually, I stumbled into his arms and looped mine around his neck, breathing softly against his ear.
“I don’t understand.”
I saw him involuntarily draw a deep breath. The next instant, he flung me away again.
A faint anger appeared on his face, as though he despised that brief moment of enchantment.
“I won’t be bewitched by a lowborn woman like you.”
I brushed the dust from my clothes. “I was only showing you how. Didn’t you just ask?”
“Why are you suddenly angry?”
“…Get lost.”
His rebuke was quiet.
But his gaze remained fixed in one place.
He was looking at my feet.
In the earlier confusion, I’d deliberately kicked off my shoes.
The distinguished young general, who loathed feminine charms, had a secret peculiarity.
He had a serious—foot fetish.
…
Sure enough.
That night, a figure slipped quietly into my room.
I lay on my side at the edge of the bed in my nightclothes.
My feet were uncovered.
Moonlight fell beside the bed.
Chi Ye reached out and touched my foot.
I gave a quiet little murmur.
He paused.
I took the opportunity to roll over, my toes lightly brushing him.
A low curse sounded in the dark.
Then he fled in disarray.
I opened my eyes and stretched.
“Come on, you amateurs,” I muttered.