Chapter 58: Foot Massage

“Oh, I see.”

Lin Xue’er nodded, then suddenly leaned back, her rosy lips parting slightly and accidentally brushing against Lin Lue’s chin.

“Big brother, it’s time for a massage~”

How could Lin Lue refuse when his little sister was offering to massage him?

Just imagining her soft, fragrant little hands kneading his shoulders filled him with a sense of spiritual satisfaction.

But…

“You need to get off me first, Xue’er.”

Lin Xue’er: “No need. Big brother can simply lift Xue’er up, raise her above his head, then lie down on the ground, and finally place Xue’er on his back…”

Lin Lue: “???”

‘This massage sounds a bit improper.’

“Now, lie down.”

Lin Lue: “…Of course.”

Lin Lue completely understood.

It was that kind of stepping-on-back massage.

“Xue’er believes big brother has great stamina.”

“Could it be that big brother is a weakling who can’t even lift his little sister?”

Lin Lue gulped.

Right now, Lin Xue’er somehow had the flavor of a bratty little girl.

Had his angelic little sister grown demon horns?

Don’t think Lin Lue couldn’t tell she was using provocation.

Was he that easy to fool?

Even if she was his sister.

“Big brother, small fry~?”

Lin Lue: “…”

Lin Lue angrily struck out, grabbing Lin Xue’er’s still-damp legs and hoisting her up.

He stood, found a clean spot, twisted his waist and lay down on the ground, then gently placed Lin Xue’er on his back.

Her dangling little feet pressed against Lin Lue’s back, shifted twice, and settled steadily.

Lin Xue’er looked down at Lin Lue beneath her, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

She bent over and lightly tapped the back of his neck with her toes.

Lin Lue didn’t lift his head or turn around.

He was like a fish on a cutting board, letting Lin Xue’er’s two soft white knives measure him.

Lin Xue’er hummed softly and didn’t speak.

After all, Lin Lue was very easy to “embarrass” right now—she couldn’t scare him off.

The soles of her feet felt a firm sensation.

Lin Lue’s back was very broad.

Lin Xue’er thought she could maybe stand on tiptoe and dance on his back.

Lin Xue’er was in a good mood.

A very good mood.

Her still slightly damp feet left shallow wet marks on Lin Lue’s clothes.

Lin Lue also felt good.

The pressure was just right—this massage was truly authentic.

Although it was partly psychological, Lin Lue declared this back-stepping was ninety-nine percent genuine, and the little milk cake was also food grade.

Lin Lue hummed softly, showing a subtle look of enjoyment.

There were no outsiders here anyway.

An expression of enjoyment was the greatest affirmation of Lin Xue’er’s hard work!

Creak~

Ye Beiming, who had entered the bathroom at some point, pushed open the door and walked out, wiping her wet hair.

As she looked up, she saw Lin Lue and Lin Xue’er wobbling as she stepped on his back.

Ye Beiming stood frozen in place, crystal-clear water droplets sliding down the lines of her calves.

She blinked in confusion, her little mouth uncontrollably opening wide, the pink tongue inside trembling.

The scene before her was a huge shock—after all, she had never seen anything like this.

“What are you two doing?”

Lin Xue’er stopped moving and turned her head, glaring unfriendly at Ye Beiming by the bathroom door.

After all, she was about to employ some techniques from websites she shouldn’t be visiting, trying to make Lin Lue show even more embarrassing expressions.

Just thinking about it sent a strange excitement through her heart.

She never expected a spoilsport to appear!

Lin Lue also snapped back to reality.

Right, there was a third person in the house!

Lin Lue still had some face to save.

“Xue’er, get off my back.”

Lin Xue’er didn’t reply.

She showed no intention of getting off Lin Lue’s back at all.

Lin Lue couldn’t hold it together anymore.

His glorious image in front of Ye Beiming was rapidly fading!

“Um, Xue’er…”

Feeling Lin Xue’er’s icy stare, Ye Beiming shivered and shrank back, wishing she could retreat into the bathroom.

“Am I interrupting you?”

“Maybe… I should go wash again?”

Lin Xue’er suddenly broke into a smile and reached out her little white hand toward her.

“Together?”

Ye Beiming pointed at herself in confusion.

“Me?”

Ye Beiming looked at Lin Lue beneath her, met his dazed eyes, rolled her scarlet pupils, grinned, and showed off her cute little fangs.

“It seems… really fun, hohoho~”

With that, she trotted over lightly, leaving a trail of delicate wet footprints on the floor.

She grabbed Lin Xue’er’s hand and climbed onto Lin Lue’s back, letting out a surprised yelp.

“Whoa, Lin Lue’s back is so slippery.”

Lin Lue: “??”

Wait, were they going to double up on his back?

And also, was it possible that the slipperiness was because her feet were still wet!

Lin Lue thought, ‘It’s time to shake my body and display some adult authority!’

[Magic Power Points +1]

[Magic Power Points +1]

[Magic Power Points +1]

Lin Lue cleared his throat internally, but then again, how could one abandon power for the sake of dignity?

He was just a plaything for two little girls.

Besides, they were the ones lifting their feet, while he just lay there being stepped on.

Not only did he get a wonderful massage, but he also gained Magic Power Points…

Heavens, how could he win-win like this!

Lin Lue convinced himself.

He closed his eyes and began to enjoy it.

“…”

“It’s getting late. You’ve been studying all day and just had a big workout. Get some rest early.”

Lin Lue wasn’t the type to be cold-hearted after enjoying himself.

Seeing them looking at him with watery eyes and softly saying “our feet are sore, please massage them,” he decisively used Lin’s Eighteen Hands to give a thorough massage to those two rare treasures that weren’t even half a palm in size!

He eliminated the soreness that may or may not have existed.

Lin Xue’er looked at her little feet, reddened from the squeezing, feeling the warmth.

Her lips curved into a smile.

She obediently nodded, then before crawling under the covers, she leaned in and kissed Lin Lue’s neck.

“Good night. Dream of Xue’er.”

She turned and walked with light steps to her small bed.

Lin Lue raised his hand to touch the spot on his neck where she had kissed him, feeling the warmth spread all the way into his heart.

Ye Beiming tilted her little head. “Lin Lue, your face is a bit red.”

Lin Lue: “It’s nothing. The room is too hot—a bit stuffy.”

Ye Beiming: “…”

Ye Beiming gave him a look like he was an idiot.

She wasn’t some little girl who didn’t understand anything.

But, considering he had just massaged her feet, she wouldn’t call him out on it.

She shook her head, and then… instead of crawling into the small bed, she climbed into the floor bedding.

Poking her little head out from under the covers, she grinned at Lin Lue, her red eyes sparkling with light.

“Lin Lue, I’ll sleep in the same futon as you and keep you warm. You better be grateful…”

Before Ye Beiming could finish, she was pulled onto the small bed by an expressionless Lin Xue’er.

“You sleep with me.”

Ye Beiming struggled for a moment, unable to resist, then a lightbulb of inspiration seemed to pop above her head.

“Then why don’t we all sleep on the floor futon?”

Lin Xue’er paused in her actions.

“That’s right.”

They rolled off the bed again, one on the left and one on the right, leaving an empty space in the middle.

They patted lightly, lifted the blanket, and extended their hands toward Lin Lue in invitation.

“Get in here.” — both said at once.

Lin Lue: “…”

One moment they were tearing at each other like enemies, and the next they were good friends sharing the same blanket.

Lin Lue could only say that the bond between girls was truly strange.