The skirt was lifted, layers of deep and light blue piling up on her knees. Gu Jianli awkwardly tugged at the hem, trying to push the skirt down to cover her calves. The soft fabric gathered on Ji Wujing’s wrist, covering his hand as well.
She looked up at Ji Wujing and saw him with his eyes lowered, his face expressionless, focused only on massaging her calf. His grip was just right, and though there was a faint pain, it was a comforting sensation, gradually easing the soreness.
Gu Jianli subtly leaned back, propping herself up on the bed, cautiously inching away bit by bit like a small snail, all the while observing Ji Wujing’s expression. After much effort, she managed to put some distance between them, her tailbone resting against Ji Wujing’s knee. She sighed lightly, glancing down at her wide-open legs, feeling the posture was quite unseemly, and slowly drew her legs together.
Ji Wujing continued massaging for a long while before releasing her. His hand slid down her smooth calf, gripping her small foot. He slowly pressed the sole of her foot against his palm. Her foot was tiny, smaller than his hand.
Gu Jianli instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but Ji Wujing quickly grasped her ankle. Her slightly protruding ankle brushed against his palm, and he curiously ran his thumb over it. Though Ji Wujing prided himself on his beauty, he had to admit Gu Jianli’s small feet were much more attractive than his long ones.
Holding her delicate foot in his hand and examining it up close, he found it far more beautiful than from afar. The smooth feel in his palm was both real and surreal. He played with her foot slowly, clearly interested.
Gu Jianli gradually frowned, feeling that Ji Wujing’s demeanor was no different from when he played with a rattle drum or a roly-poly toy, treating her foot like a toy.
“It’s getting late, I’ll call Jixia to bring in some hot water,” Gu Jianli said softly, pulling her foot away from Ji Wujing’s hand with effort and covering it with her skirt.
“It’s just gotten dark, the hot water isn’t ready yet,” Ji Wujing replied, grabbing Gu Jianli by the crook of her leg and pulling her back into his arms, erasing the snail-like distance she had painstakingly created. His hand rested on her lower back, pressing her body tightly against his. He looked down at her and, unable to resist, leaned in but stopped just before kissing her forehead.
Ji Wujing spoke slowly, “Uncle wants to kiss you, will you let him?”
Gu Jianli desperately wanted to cover her ears to block out his filthy words and turned her face away, ignoring him.
“I’m asking you a question,” Ji Wujing said impatiently, patting her face and drawing out his words, “so you don’t throw a fit like a little lunatic, crying, shouting, biting, and cursing because I didn’t ask you.”
Gu Jianli froze, a mix of surprise and realization flashing across her heart. For a moment, she felt that his apology didn’t seem so important anymore.
Ji Wujing lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. He said, “Answer me.”
“Don’t ask me that!” Gu Jianli’s voice was muffled.
Ji Wujing smiled slowly, looking at her with a deep meaning. “So I don’t need to ask you? From now on, I can kiss you whenever I want? Is that what you mean?”
“No!” Gu Jianli retorted.
“So do I get to kiss you or not? Answer me,” Ji Wujing pressed.
Gu Jianli’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she angrily said, “No!”
Ji Wujing sighed, clutching his chest, “Oh no, oh no,” he wailed, “I’m having chest pains, my limbs are weak, I’m dizzy. Am I dying?”
Gu Jianli frowned, “Ji Wujing, can you not be so shameless?”
Ji Wujing raised his eyebrows, smiling, “Say it, say you want Uncle to kiss you.”
Gu Jianli gave him an exasperated glare, her voice muffled, “I never said you couldn’t!”
“Really?” Ji Wujing was surprised, “But you just said no. Did I hear it wrong?”
Infuriated, Gu Jianli pounded on Ji Wujing’s chest and turned to get off the bed, ignoring him. Ji Wujing, however, laughed and grabbed her legs that were straddling his waist, trapping her. His arms slid around her waist, supporting her slender back, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
After initial resistance, Gu Jianli’s body gradually softened.
It wasn’t the first time.
From the moment she returned with him, she had decided to be a good wife. Bedroom matters were a wife’s duty; she had no reason to avoid him. Gu Jianli’s eyelashes trembled, then slowly closed as she tried to become submissive, allowing him to alternately tenderly lick and aggressively conquer.
As time passed, Gu Jianli’s breathing grew heavier. The strange pounding in her chest made her increasingly panicked. Almost instinctively, she leaned back, trying to escape.
Ji Wujing gripped her waist tighter, pulling her more forcefully into his embrace. Gu Jianli’s knee hit the headboard, bringing their bodies into even closer contact.
Gu Jianli’s body tensed, and her nerves tightened with embarrassment. With her nerves strung tight, her senses became exceptionally sharp and clear. She distinctly felt a hard object pressing against her soft flower between her legs.
Startled, her mouth opened slightly, and Ji Wujing took the opportunity to suck on her tongue, his tongue slipping beneath hers. The soft wetness filled her mouth, accompanied by a faint medicinal scent, slightly bitter.
The insect-like sensation grew wildly, encased in layers of hard armor. The hot armor, through their clothes, scorched her, making her shiver slightly.
The moistness between her petals shocked Gu Jianli, leaving her soul adrift. She suddenly pushed Ji Wujing away and frantically tried to escape. Ji Wujing, momentarily stunned, felt his mouth empty. The redness in his eyes gradually faded as he looked at Gu Jianli’s flushed face, slowly licking his lips.
Gu Jianli clutched her skirt in panic, her voice trembling, “No more, no more…”
Layers of her skirt were pulled up, revealing her fair calves and small feet.
“Alright.” Ji Wujing agreed, his gaze fixed on her toes.
He took her foot again, playing with it in his palm.
Gu Jianli’s heart pounded, utterly lost, completely ignoring Ji Wujing playing with her foot.
Ji Wujing found her little foot very pretty, especially her delicate and translucent toes. He wanted to taste them, so he bit down, lightly gnawing with his teeth.
Gu Jianli’s eyes widened in shock, watching Ji Wujing lower his head to nibble on her toes. The immense shock made her forget to resist. The faintly painful tingling spread from her toes, and once again, moisture gathered between her petals.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breath irregular. The sticky dampness in her undergarments made her feel unbearably embarrassed. The helpless panic made her eyes redden.
“Let me go, please…” Gu Jianli’s voice choked.
Ji Wujing looked up at her eyes in surprise and let go of her foot.
“What’s wrong?” Ji Wujing asked.
“I, I need to go to the, to the restroom…” Gu Jianli’s voice was panicked, low, and stammering.
Ji Wujing looked Gu Jianli up and down curiously.
Panicking, Gu Jianli pressed her hands down on her skirt between her legs, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Ji Wujing, a completely defensive posture.
Seeing this, Ji Wujing’s gaze naturally fell on her skirt. Puzzled, he asked, “What are you…?”
“I didn’t! I didn’t wet myself!”
As soon as she spoke, Gu Jianli was horrified and quickly covered her mouth with both hands. Her forceful grip squished her cheeks. Initially just embarrassed to the point of tears, now she felt utterly humiliated as tears fell instantly, dripping onto the back of her hand.
Ji Wujing’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. He leaned in, his hand slipping under Gu Jianli’s skirt, moving up along her leg, his fingertips slipping into her pants. He moved so quickly that Gu Jianli couldn’t react. His touch made her scream and push him away forcefully. She scrambled back in a panic until her back hit the other side of the bed, looking at Ji Wujing in terror.
Ji Wujing looked at the moisture on his fingertip with an inexplicable expression. His typically lazy, fox-like eyes held a new, strange color. Under Gu Jianli’s shocked gaze, he put his fingertip into his mouth and tasted it.
The overwhelming shame and humiliation drowned Gu Jianli. She screamed, grabbing a roly-poly toy beside her and threw it at Ji Wujing, crying in a trembling voice, “Disgusting, how can you eat anything!”
Ji Wujing could easily dodge it, but he didn’t, letting the toy hit his head. He slowly looked up at Gu Jianli, “No, it’s just that you’re especially tasty.”
Gu Jianli no longer wanted to speak to him. She felt utterly humiliated, stumbling off the bed. Her legs were weak, and as soon as she got off, she fell to the ground. She got up, stumbling towards the west room.
Ji Wujing watched as the hem of her blue skirt spun into whirlpools.
He wanted to tell her that she hadn’t wet herself, but before he could, Gu Jianli had already shut the door with a loud “bang.”
Ji Wujing stared in the direction of the west room for a while, then lowered his head and laughed deeply, his eyes gleaming with a hint of pleasure.
Gu Jianli stayed in the west room for over an hour without making a sound.
Ji Wujing frowned, starting to worry. He feared that the thin-skinned Gu Jianli might not be able to handle it. He got out of bed and walked towards the west room, gently pushing the door open.
“Gu Jianli? Are you hiding in shame?”
Ji Wujing walked in and saw Gu Jianli sitting on a small stool, her feet stepping on the shredded remains of her skirt. She had covered her lower half with a wide cotton cloth used for drying after a bath. Seeing Ji Wujing enter, she tightly clutched the cloth over her legs.
“What are you doing sitting here bare-bottomed for half a day?” Ji Wujing asked.
Gu Jianli glared at him angrily, then lowered her head, refusing to speak to him.
Ji Wujing walked over and opened the wardrobe. It was empty. He remembered that since it was sunny today, Jixia had taken all the bedding out to air in the morning.
Ji Wujing left the west room and fetched Gu Jianli’s nightclothes, handing them to her and pinching her cheek as he asked, “Couldn’t you have called me if you had no clothes to wear?”
“Get out!” Gu Jianli’s heart was in turmoil, but she put on a fierce front and glared at him.
Ji Wujing didn’t want to tease her anymore and turned to leave. As he reached the door, he heard her behind him, trying to bolster her courage with a shaky voice, “Wetting yourself isn’t a big deal. You did it when you were little too!”
Ji Wujing clicked his tongue, slowly licking his teeth. He paused, seriously contemplating how to tell her she hadn’t wet herself. Maybe he should let her experience it again?
