Chapter 722 485: Xishan Detention Center

With every scrub and wash he made, Jiangg Ning's body trembled. She couldn't put the feeling into words.

It was a mixture of heat, ticklishness, and a tingling numbness, interspersed with a pleasure that made it impossible to think.

Whenever Chen Yuan paused, an unimaginable sense of loss would well up inside her.

As if she were being denied something she was supposed to receive.

"Stop... stop, I think that's enough." Unable to control her body's reaction, Jiangg Ning quickly pulled her foot back. She snatched the showerhead from him and started rinsing the foam off her feet, her face as red as if it were on fire. "This feeling is so strange. It's even harder to bear than being tickled. I've never felt anything like it."

Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Alright."

"Chen..." Seeing the look in his eyes, Jiangg Ning's heart softened. She said softly, "I may not quite understand your... hobbies, but I'll try to. You have to give me some time. We can try again next time... Besides, don't you really think kissing my feet is dirty?"

"Okay, we'll take it slow. How could I think it's dirty? Maybe I really do have a fetish for this. I think they're beautiful, and I can't help but want to kiss them—Hiss."

Just as he was speaking, Chen Yuan suddenly sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

The delayed pain from being drained twice by Enchanting Demon Yaoyao flared up. On the verge of tears but having none to shed, he endured the pain and bent over slightly.

Jiangg Yao had predicted it all.

If he hadn't been drained those two times, he would have had endless opportunities to enjoy Ningning's pampering.

After all, Ningning had a heart of gold; she would never let him suffer in silence alone.

"They're almost clean," she said, looking up at him as she continued to wash her feet. "Should we get out?"

"How about I blow-dry your hair for you?"

"Okay."

Jiangg Ning grabbed a nearby bath towel and wrapped it around herself under Chen Yuan's gaze. She had to admit, she truly enjoyed and loved his ardent stare, as if he were coveting the beauty of her figure.

'Isn't this the whole point of maintaining my figure?'

'To show it off to the one I love.'

'But it's a little too embarrassing for it to be like this all the time.'

Grabbing the blow-dryer from the rack nearby, Chen Yuan helped Ningning towel-dry her hair, then began to gently blow it with a soft stream of air, letting her strands dance in the breeze.

Jiangg Ning had her back to him.

"Next time... can you use your feet?" he suddenly whispered.

"Huh??" Jiangg Ning froze for a moment, turning back to him, speechless.

"Is that a no?" he asked, feigning sadness as he stared right at her.

His wounded puppy-dog look made Ningning's heart melt instantly, and she frowned in conflict.

'But this is really... a bit beyond what I'm comfortable with.'

"They're dirty."

"If you really can't accept it, you could wear white or black stockings," he said, his eyes fervent.

"That's even dirtier."

Jiangg Ning didn't understand why Chen Yuan had suddenly developed such a huge interest in her feet. 'Everyone has them, so what's so special? Or is this some kind of psychological thing?'

She didn't want to disappoint Chen Yuan. After all, he rarely asked anything of her and had always been very respectful.

'So, I feel like I should respect his fetish in return. But convincing myself is a major undertaking.'

"Shouldn't couples try new things? Otherwise, I won't know what you like, and you won't know what I like. Wouldn't living together be incredibly boring?" he said, his gaze intense as he tried to reason with Ningning and convince her.

"That's true."

"If I hadn't touched your feet today, I wouldn't have known you were so sensitive there. This is a good start," he coaxed.

"Mmm..."

"Actually, I also love it when Ningning wears professional attire. The first time I saw you, you were giving a lecture in a tiered classroom. You were wearing a pure white top with a cutout at the collarbone, and a brown trench coat... But the most eye-catching thing was the pair of thick, black stockings on your legs."

Those thick, black stockings, paired with high heels, perfectly showcased her long legs. They exuded a mature charm and were, without a doubt, devastatingly effective.

"That trench coat is still hanging in my closet," Jiangg Ning said with a faint smile.

"What do you like, Ningning? What is it about me? You've never told me before," Chen Yuan asked with great interest.

For two people to get together, there must be things they admire about each other. Jiangg Ning had always been reserved in her expressions and had never mentioned these things.

"Every part... I like it all," she said earnestly. "I like your youthfulness now, but I also want to see what you'll be like when you're more mature. When you're thirty? Forty..."

She looked down, her next thought left unspoken.

'If I have the chance.'

"So I'm that great, huh?" Unaware of the faint sadness in Jiangg Ning's eyes, he gloated playfully.

"I wouldn't like you if you weren't."

She lightly ran her fingers through the fluffy strands Chen Yuan had just dried, brushing a few loose pieces back from her forehead. She stared at her own delicate face in the mirror, watching Chen Yuan's hand appear and disappear through her long hair.

The blow-dryer in his hand let out a low hum.

The warm air brushed against her neck.

In the quiet atmosphere, Jiangg Ning could faintly hear Chen Yuan, who had probably been cheered up, murmuring some narcissistic things.

This moment was beautiful. It made her feel as if her entire heart were floating in her chest, like she was submerged in a sun-warmed pond.

'This is what it feels like to live with the person you love,' she thought languidly. 'Perhaps it is. A happy life is so wonderful. I don't want to lose a single day of it.'

...

「Mingzhu City, West Mountain Prison.」

It was an extremely muggy night. As summer approached, the insects were especially active in the sticky, humid air, slipping through the window near the ceiling of the pitch-black room.