Wen Qing's body froze, and she clearly felt what was next to her leg.
It's feet.
The other party obviously did it on purpose, the top of the leather shoes hooked up his trousers, rubbing against his ankles vaguely.
Wen Qing hurriedly shrank her legs back, but the other party did not let him go and followed him.
Continue to lift his trouser legs with the tip of his toes as before.
The cold surface of the leather shoes slowly rubbed up from his ankles, gently touching his calf, which was cold and itchy.
Rubbing him on purpose.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, not knowing who it was.
He slowly raised his eyes, looking at Yu Xing and Sikong beside him.
Sikong looked at him with a gentle face and smiled.
Yu Xing looked at him with a gloomy face.
The expressions of both of them were similar to usual, and it was impossible to tell who was making small moves under the table.
Seeing Wen Qing looking over, Sikong said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wen Qing lowered her eyes quickly.
He lowered his head and looked down. The white tablecloth was very long, hanging by his legs, just covering the opponent's feet, so he couldn't tell who it was.
Will it be Sikong
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and the next second, he felt the other person's movements moving upwards.
No longer rubbing against his calf, but slowly going up, stepping on his knee, as if wanting to continue...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she quickly put her knees together.
The foot didn't move back, but instead touched the gap between his knees and began to shake slightly, as if deliberately teasing him, as if enjoying the feeling of opening him.
Wen gently flexed his fingers and gripped the tablecloth by his hand.
He raised his head and looked at the butler behind him for help.
As if he knew what he wanted to do, Sikong suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked softly, "Are you thirsty?"
He stroked Wen Qing's wrist gently with his fingertips, forcing Wen Qing to focus on herself.
Wen Qing's body froze, her mind was full of thoughts about whether this foot belonged to Sikong
Now that Sikong and Yuxing are on the sidelines, the cooldown of the dog trainer's aura has not been cured yet.
Wen Qing nodded slowly, and responded vaguely.
Sikong didn't let go of his hand, picked up the teapot with the other hand, and poured Wen Qing a glass of water.
At the same time, the foot under the table moved more and more, slowly moving forward.
The edges of the leather shoes were hard, scratching against his legs, through the trousers, Wen Qing could feel the coolness.
Sikong touched his hand, and he didn't know whose foot it was.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and she tried to shrink her hand, but she couldn't break away from Sikong's hand.
He strung his legs together vigorously, and moved his body back.
The foot followed suit.
Wen Qing was anxious and uncomfortable, and looked sideways at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing looked at his trembling eyelashes, the faint water vapor in his eyes, and stopped his movements under the table.
He gently clasped the tabletop, and said to Sikong, "Let go."
"Mother doesn't seem to like being held by you."
"Really," Sikong tilted his head, glanced at Wen Qing, and said flatly, "You haven't met your mother many times, so you don't know him well."
Yu Xing raised the corner of his mouth: "The number of times is expensive, but not too much."
"The several conversations I had with my mother were more in-depth than yours."
Wen Qing didn't pay attention to what the two of them were saying at the moment, all he could think about was that the foot had finally retracted.
He breathed a sigh of relief, moved the chair back quietly, leaned against the back of the chair, and shrunk his legs, and then he felt a little relieved.
Wen gently picked up the teacup and drank slowly.
Suddenly, Sikong asked him: "What do you think? Mother."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then tilted his head in a daze.
What do you think
Sikong half-closed his eyes, looked at his glistening lips, and asked slowly, "Isn't our conversation deep enough?"
"If you like, of course I can do what you like."
Wen Qing didn't know what he was talking about, and instinctively told him that Sikong meant something.
He pursed his lips and said dryly: "Enough, enough..."
Sikong looked at Yu Xing, raised his brows, didn't give Yu Xing a chance to speak, and continued to speak: "Ji Yu hasn't come yet, probably playing wild."
"Is mother hungry?" Sikong said calmly.
Wen Qing hesitated and said, "I'm not hungry, I want to go back and rest."
Sikong smiled lightly: "You didn't eat at noon, it seems that the new chef doesn't suit your appetite."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she pursed her lips tightly.
Sikong was threatening him.
He pinched his palms and said slowly: "No, his breakfast is still delicious."
Sikong continued: "Don't you need to change it?"
"Are you going to give him another chance?"
Wen Qing nodded stiffly.
Sikong raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and soon, the maids came up with dishes.
Sikong said slowly: "After eating, you can go to bed earlier."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the food on the table.
They are all Chinese food, some of his favorite dishes.
Wen Qing tried to hold back her hand.
Probably because Sikong didn't hold his hand because he was asked to eat.
Wen Qing slowly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat in small bites.
"This is what you like to eat." Sikong smiled and brought food to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing didn't dare to say anything, and took the food from Sikong.
Seeing this, Yu Xing squinted his eyes with a dissatisfied expression.
Sensing his emotions, Sikong raised his eyelids and asked lightly, "Why did you go out today?"
Yu Xing asked indifferently: "Do I need your permission to go where?"
Listening to their conversation, Wen lightly paused with his fingertips.
The relationship between Sikong and Yuxing here is not very good...
Just as she was thinking, Wen Qing felt a coolness around her legs again.
That foot is at it again.
The difference from last time was that he took off his shoes, and his slightly cool feet pressed against his legs, stepping on them lightly, with an indescribable itchiness.
Wen Qing's hands froze when picking up the vegetables, and the broccoli fell on the white tablecloth, stained with oil.
Sikong and Yuxing raised their hands at the same time, and their chopsticks reached for the broccoli.
The moment it was about to put it into Wen Qing's bowl, a silver hand moved faster, picked up Wen Qing's bowl, and said flatly: "Please use serving chopsticks to serve Madam."
"Madam is thin-skinned, I'm sorry to call you dirty." The butler picked up the chopsticks, bent over, and picked up vegetables for Wen Qing.
Sikong and Yuxing's expressions darkened.
Wen gently lowered his head, thinking, the butler is really nice.
The butler stood beside him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qing held the chopsticks, and the foot under the table suddenly squeezed forward while he was not paying attention, and stepped on his thigh.
"Hmm..." Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but exclaim.
He only felt a familiar dryness rising from the bottom of his heart, and his limbs were on fire.
His cheeks turned red uncontrollably, and his hands and feet became weak, which was the same feeling Yu Xing gave him at the time.
Wen Qing is now sure that this foot belongs to Yu Xing.
He looked at Yu Xing, Yu Xing had a straight back, he was dressed tightly, his neckline was tied to the highest point, and he was still eating calmly, completely unable to see what he was doing under his feet.
Wen Qing's cheeks involuntarily raised heat, and she stared fiercely at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing paused for breath, and the movements of his feet became bolder.
Wen Qing subconsciously wanted to kick Yu Xing.
Lifting his leg made Yu Xing's movements more convenient, and he stepped down gently with his foot.
"You..." Wen Qing's voice couldn't help changing its tone, and she knocked down the teacup with her right hand.
Hearing his soft voice, Sikong paused and looked at Yu Xing coldly.
The butler lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief, wiped Wen Qing's wet fingers, and looked at Yu Xing coldly: "If the second young master can't manage his feet well, then don't go out."
Yu Xing raised his eyes, his expression unchanged.
He stepped on the soft flesh on Wen Qing's legs slowly and gently, watching Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and said lightly: "Since the housekeeper can't take care of mother well, I will take good care of him for you."
The housekeeper: "Second young master is worrying too much."
Sikong leaned against the back of the chair, slowly raised his foot, and kicked away Yu Xing's leg under the table.
Yu Xing frowned slightly, paused, and retracted his feet.
He looked down at the cuffs that were wet with water, and slowly got up.
Wen Qing thought he was going back to the room, but in the next second, she saw Yu Xing unbuttoning his cuffs, took off his coat, and sat back in his original position.
Seeing Wen Qing looking at him, Yu Xing casually put the coat aside and asked, "Mother doesn't want to see me wearing so much?"
Sikong laughed and said, "Mom probably doesn't want to see you."
Yu Xing said lightly: "Mother probably doesn't want to see you more than me."
"With his familiar face, doing things that make him sick."
The smile on Sikong's lips faded, and his face gradually became gloomy.
Yu Xing looked at his expression and said without changing his face: "Mother is not used to your current face."
Sikong sneered: "He hates a self-righteous person like you even more."
Wen Qing was sandwiched between the two, feeling the growing coldness around her, she thought to herself, I don't want to see you two.
He panted slightly, and the dryness in his heart gradually faded away, but his hands and feet were still soft, and he leaned weakly on the back of the chair.
The housekeeper's eyes flashed blue, and he said slowly: "The two young masters have affected the madam."
After finishing speaking, he asked Wen Qing: "Madam, do you need to go back to the room to rest?"
Wen responded softly.
Sikong said slowly: "Go back and rest quickly, lest you suffer from indigestion due to Yu Xing."
"I'll take you back."
Hearing this sentence, Wen Qing quickly stood up and said nervously: "No, I can do it myself."
"Talk slowly, both of you."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing pinched his palms and walked out the door quickly.
Because his legs had no strength, he didn't dare to stop and walked faster and faster.
After walking a certain distance, his legs gave way and he almost fell.
The butler reached out in time and put an arm around his waist.
Wen Qing closed her eyes, leaned into the butler's arms, and said in a soft voice, "You carry me back."