Chapter 160: The Couple’s Strange Play
“Can’t… can’t I just wear it myself…?”
Lin Muxi sat on the sofa with both feet on the cushion, hugging her knees with her little hands. Her eyes looked pitiful, and she shivered as she stared at her good bro.
It wasn’t that she refused to let him touch her feet to help her wear stockings, but Lin Muxi knew with his mischievous personality, he would definitely play tricks while helping her.
But even if she didn’t want to, after meeting his gaze for a while, she finally relaxed. Looking at her boyfriend squatting in front of her, Lin Muxi had no choice but to slowly stretch out her little foot and place it in front of him.
“If… if you dare tease me, then I’ll never let you touch me again…”
Her face burning red, Lin Muxi tried to act tough and gave a spoiled little warning in a pouty voice, hoping he wouldn’t tease her.
But she didn’t know that the way her trembling little foot stretched out had already betrayed her feelings completely.
This silly girl… clearly saying one thing while her actions showed another.
Hearing her words, Mo Ziyang looked with interest at her fair little foot, the corner of his handsome mouth slowly lifting into a naughty smile.
Not teasing her? Impossible. In this lifetime, never. With such a cute little wife, how could he not take the chance to tease her?
While thinking this, his hand gently held Lin Muxi’s soft foot. The sudden touch made Lin Muxi on the sofa let out a soft sound.
“Be gentle, dummy…”
Lin Muxi gave him a weak glare, the meaning in her eyes very clear. He knew her feet were sensitive, yet he still used so much strength…
Seeing the amused look on his face, Lin Muxi wished she could just kick him right in the face. But facing her angry little eyes, Mo Ziyang only chuckled and said,
“No wonder you’re my wife, even your little feet look so pretty.”
“Hey, hey…”
Lin Muxi was speechless. How could he say something like that so seriously?
But watching him stare at her feet with such focus, her face grew even redder. A bold thought popped up in her head—
Could her boyfriend actually be hiding a foot fetish?!
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After all, she had seen many comments online under close-up pictures of white stockings, things like, “What’s this? Ice cream! Put it in my mouth.” Or “I’m going to inhale this like a storm!”
But before she could think further, the rubbing feeling on her foot made her body tremble again, almost kicking his face by accident.
“W-what are you doing! Don’t keep touching like that!”
She quickly realized it was him holding her foot, making her feel so ticklish.
Even if she wanted to pull her foot back, she couldn’t, he was holding it tightly.
Helpless, she could only wriggle her body a little or try to distract herself to reduce the ticklish feeling.
Seeing Lin Muxi’s red face and how she tried to endure, Mo Ziyang was very satisfied.
“Don’t move, I’m helping you wear socks.”
“What? You’re clearly just holding my foot and touching it all over!”
Blushing and upset, Lin Muxi angrily argued back.
It was clearly her good bro’s fault, so why was he blaming her?
But Mo Ziyang didn’t care at all. Holding the white stockings in his hand, he even felt like laughing.
To be honest, his little wife was just too cute, even when she was angry. If one day she could turn into a clingy little kitten that he could hug and cuddle every day, he couldn’t imagine how happy he would be.
Her fair little foot slowly slid into the stocking, stopping only after it reached above her knee. Feeling the smooth touch on her slim leg, Lin Muxi shivered all over, but in the end, it actually felt very nice.
Looking at her delicate leg wrapped in white stockings, Mo Ziyang was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t help but wonder—
Would the feeling of white stockings… be even better than touching directly with fingers?
Just like that, a bold thought popped into his mind, making him freeze for a second before falling into deep thought.
Maybe… he really could try it?
…………………………………………
Nighttime, inside her room.
“You… you’re such a pervert…”
On the soft bed, Mo Ziyang lay down with his arms spread, enjoying the feeling of soft feet rubbing against him.
Meanwhile, Lin Muxi, standing on the bed, looked at him with disgust and disbelief.
“Hm? Did you forget what you should call your husband tonight?” Mo Ziyang looked up at her with a teasing smile.
Hearing this, Lin Muxi’s already red face turned even hotter.
“M…Master… is that enough…”
She glared at him in shame and anger, but even so, she didn’t stop moving her feet. She just couldn’t understand what kind of strange hobby this was supposed to be.
“Then, my little maid, please step on me hard with a very disgusted expression.”
After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Ziyang lay down completely flat, letting his little wife do as she pleased.
“Ahhh… shut up already!” Lin Muxi was about to break down. Was this still the Mo Ziyang she knew?
Time passed, and after dozens of minutes, Lin Muxi finally collapsed on the bed, her legs sore and her head a complete mess. She really didn’t know where he learned this kind of crazy play.
It was one thing to agree to help him, but she never thought he would actually ask for something like this…
Ahhh, the more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. Especially because she had actually agreed to his request, even calling him “Master” again and again.
So shameful!
Thinking of this, her face turned red again. She quickly turned on her side, trying hard not to let him see her embarrassed expression.
(Mo Ziyang: We’ve been like an old married couple for so long, I’ve already seen everything.)
“Take off the stockings, I’ll wash them.”
Seeing Lin Muxi lying motionless beside him, Mo Ziyang poked her head gently and asked.
He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he felt like his silly little wife was throwing a small tantrum, looking as if she was upset.
“Mm…” Hearing his words, Lin Muxi nodded slightly in agreement.
But…
“Forget it… don’t wash them, just throw them away.”
Looking down at the pair of white stockings that had already been dirtied by him, Lin Muxi gave up on the idea of cleaning them.
At least for now, she was sure. If he ever asked her to wear them again, she definitely wouldn’t agree.
Mo Ziyang didn’t argue. He just reached out and gently rubbed her head, then lifted her fair little foot, carefully took off the dirty stockings, and tossed them into the trash bin in the living room.