Wen Qing's body froze, and she clearly felt what was beside her leg.

is the foot.

The other party obviously did it on purpose, the top of the leather shoes hooked up his trousers, rubbing his ankles vaguely.

Wen Qing hurriedly shrank her legs back, but the other party didn't let him go and followed him.

Continue to hook up his trouser legs with your toes as you did just now.

The cold surface of the leather shoes rubbed up slowly from his ankles, gently touching his calf, cold and itchy.

Deliberately rubbing against him.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, not knowing who it was.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Xing and Sikong beside him.

Sikong looked at him with a gentle expression.

Yu Xing stared at him with a gloomy face.

The expressions of the two of them are similar to usual, and it is impossible to see who is doing small things under the table.

Seeing Wen Qing looking over, Sikong said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Wen Qing quickly lowered her eyes.

He looked down and saw that the white tablecloth was very long, hanging down beside his legs, just covering the other's feet, so he couldn't see who it was.

Will it be Sikong?

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and in the next second, she felt that the other party's movements were getting higher and higher.

No longer rubbing against his calf, but slowly going up, rubbing against his knee, seems to want to continue...

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his knees.

The foot didn't move back in any way. Instead, it touched the gap between his knees and began to sway gently, as if deliberately teasing him, as if enjoying the feeling of opening him up.

Wen Qing bent her fingers and tightened the tablecloth beside her hand.

He raised his head and looked at the housekeeper 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 gently stroked Wen Qing's wrist bone with his fingertips, forcing Wen Qing to focus on himself.

Wen Qing's body froze, and her mind was full of thoughts. Is this foot a Sikong?

Now that both Sikong and Yu Xing are on the side, the cooldown of the dog trainer's halo isn't good 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 and moved forward slowly.

The edges of the leather shoes were hard, rubbing against his legs, and even through his pants, Wen Qing could feel the coolness.

Sikong touched his hand, as well as his feet.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, she tried to shrink her hands, but did not break free from Sikong's hand.

He squeezed his legs together and moved his body back.

The foot followed.

Wen Qing was anxious and uncomfortable, and looked at Yu Xing sideways.

Yu Xing looked at his trembling eyelashes, the faint water vapor in his eyes, and stopped moving under the table.

He clasped the table lightly and said to Sikong, "Let go."

"Mother doesn't seem to like being held by you."

"Really," Sikong tilted his head, looked at Wen Qing, and said lightly, "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 more expensive than the essence."

"The few 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, his mind was full of the fact that the foot was finally withdrawn.

He breathed a sigh of relief, moved the chair back quietly, leaned against the back of the chair, and shrank his legs, only to calm down a little.

Wen Qing picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of water.

Suddenly, he heard Sikong ask him, "What do you think? Mother."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly.

What do you think?

Sikong half-closed his eyes, looked at his lips that were glowing with water, and asked slowly, "Are our conversations not deep enough?"

"Of course I can do what you like if you like."

Wen Qing didn't know what he was talking about, but his intuition told him that Sikong meant something.

He pursed his lips and said dryly, "Enough, enough."

Sikong looked at Yu Xing, he raised his brows, and without giving Yu Xing a chance to speak, he continued: "Ji Yu is not here yet, he is probably playing wild."

"Is mother hungry?" Sikong said calmly.

Wen Qing hesitantly said, "I'm not hungry, I want to go back to rest."

Sikong chuckled: "You didn't eat at noon, it seems that the new chef is not to your taste."

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and she pursed her lips.

Sikong is threatening him.

He pinched his palm 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 with dishes.

Sikong said slowly: "After eating, you can rest early."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the food on the table.

All are Chinese food, all of which are his favorite dishes.

Wen Qing tried to shrink her hands.

Probably because Sikong was not holding his hand because he let him eat.

Wen Qing slowly picked up the chopsticks and started eating in small bites.

"This is your favorite food." Sikong smiled and served Wen Qing with vegetables.

Wen Qing didn't dare to make a sound, and took Sikongjia's dish.

Seeing this, Yu Xing squinted his eyes and looked dissatisfied.

Sensing his emotions, Sikong lifted his eyelids and asked lightly, "Why did you go out today?"

Yu Xing asked indifferently, "Do I need your permission to go anywhere?"

Listening to their conversation, Wen Qing's fingertips paused.

The relationship between Sikong and Yu Xing here is not very good...

Just thinking about it, Wen Qing felt a coolness on her legs again.

That foot came again.

The difference from last time was that he took off his shoes and pressed his cool feet on his legs, stepping on them gently, with an indescribable itch.

Wen Qing's hand froze, and the broccoli fell on the white tablecloth, stained with oil.

Sikong and Yu Xing raised their hands at the same time, and reached for the broccoli with their chopsticks.

At the moment when it was about to be placed in the Wen Qing bowl, a silver hand moved faster, picked up the Wen Qing bowl, and said lightly, "Please use the public chopsticks to serve the lady."

"Madam is thin-skinned, I'm sorry to say you are dirty." The housekeeper picked up the chopsticks, bent over, and served Wen Qing's dishes.

Sikong and Yu Xing's faces darkened.

Wen Qing lowered her head, thinking to herself, the housekeeper is really good.

The housekeeper stood beside him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qing held the chopsticks, 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 exclaimed.

He only felt a familiar sense of dryness rising from the bottom of his heart, and his limbs and bones were on fire.

His cheeks turned red uncontrollably, and his hands and feet became weak, just like how Yu Xing gave him at the time.

Wen Qing was now sure that this foot was tortured.

He looked at Yu Xing, Yu Xing's back was straight, his body was tightly dressed, his neckline was tied to the highest point, he was still eating calmly, and he couldn't see what he was doing at all.

Wen Qing's cheeks involuntarily rose with enthusiasm, and she glared at Yu Xing fiercely.

Yu Xing took a breath, and the movements under his feet became bolder.

Wen Qing subconsciously wanted to kick Yu Xing.

Lifting his legs made Yu Xing's movements more convenient, and his feet gently stepped down.

"You" Wen Qing's voice couldn't help but change its tone, and knocked over the teacup with her right hand.

Listening to his soft and greasy voice, Sikong paused and looked at Yu Xing coldly.

The housekeeper lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief, wiped Wen Qing's wet fingers, and looked at Yu Xing coldly: "Second Young Master, if you can't take care of your feet, don't go out."

Yu Xing raised his eyes, but his expression did not change.

He slowly and gently stepped on the soft flesh on Wen Qing's legs, watching Wen Qing's cheeks flush, and said lightly, "Since the housekeeper can't take care of your mother, I will take good care of him for you."

Butler: "Second Young Master is worrying too much."

Sikong leaned against the back of the chair, slowly raised his foot, and kicked Yu Xing's leg under the table with one kick.

Yu Xing frowned slightly, moved for a while, and withdrew his feet.

He looked down at the water-soaked cuffs and slowly got up.

Wen Qing thought he was going back to the room, but in the next second, he saw Yu Xing undo his cufflinks, took off his jacket, and sat back down again.

Seeing Wen Qing looking at him, Yu Xing put his jacket aside and asked, "Mother doesn't want to see me wearing so much?"

Sikong smiled and said, "Mother probably doesn't want to see you."

Yu Xing said lightly: "Compared to me, mother probably doesn't want to see you."

"Put on his familiar face and do 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 face now."

Sikong sneered: "He hates self-righteous people like you even more."

Wen Qing was sandwiched between the two, feeling the coldness around her getting stronger and stronger, thinking to herself, I don't want to see the two of you.

He panted slightly, and the dryness in his heart gradually faded, but his hands and feet were still soft, leaning on the back of the chair vacantly.

The blue light flashed in the butler's eyes, and he said slowly, "The two young masters have affected the lady."

After speaking, he asked Wen Qing, "does Madam need to go back to the room to rest?"

Wen Qing replied in a low voice.

Sikong said slowly, "Go back and rest, lest you suffer from indigestion due to the stagnation."

"I'll take you back."

Hearing this, Wen Qing quickly stood up and said nervously, "No, I can do it myself."

"You two talk slowly."

After speaking, Wen Qing clenched her palms and walked out of the door quickly.

He didn't dare to stop because his legs lacked strength, and he walked faster and faster.

After walking a distance, his legs became weak and he almost fell.

The butler reached out in time to wrap his arms around his waist.

Wen Qing closed her eyes, leaned against the butler's arms, and said softly, "take me back."