188: Couples talk at night, Shen Yufu is as attractive as ever~

Su Mo's comments, which could be described as 'art appreciation,' made Shen Yufu's already reddening face flush with even more youthful shyness.

Her clear, cold eyes, at some point, had become veiled with a hazy mist, and as her gaze shifted, an enchanting allure blossomed.

She wanted to retort, to curse him as shameless and lewd.

But the words caught in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Especially when she felt the heat of Su Mo's large hand on her thigh, as if its warmth would burn through her skin… “You… you scoundrel…”

The two words she squeezed from her throat were light and powerless, sounding more like an invitation of feigned resistance.

After speaking, she resignedly closed her moist eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like startled butterfly wings.

That look of yielding to his desires made Su Mo’s heart stir.

However, just as he was about to press his advantage and 'rectify' this peerless enchantress who he had teased to the point of melting, right then and there…

“Grumble… grumble…”

An ill-timed sound abruptly came from Su Mo’s embrace.

Su Mo’s movements stiffened.

He looked down at Shen Yufu in his arms, who had buried her pretty face deeply in his chest, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm…” Shen Yufu’s voice was as faint as a mosquito, thick with a nasal tone.

She hadn’t had much appetite these past few days, and after being teased so much by Su Mo that morning, she was even hungrier, feeling like her front was sticking to her back.

“Alright then.”

Su Mo sighed, reluctantly moving his 'mischievous' large hand from her warm, smooth thigh.

“Wait here, I’ll go make you something to eat,” he said, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Shen Yufu leaned back on the sofa, watching his tall figure disappear through the kitchen doorway, a complex emotion flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

Su Mo was sometimes domineering, shameless, and bad to the core, yet he would also care for her and worry about her in the most simple ways.

Whether it was any kind of need… he always seemed to be able to satisfy her completely… The night deepened.

Su Mo accompanied Xiao Wu and Shen Yufu, watching anime all evening.

It wasn’t until he had coaxed the innocent rabbit girl to her room, content, that Su Mo finally had his 'two-person world.'

He glanced at the wall clock; the hands had already passed eleven.

“Auntie, it’s late, we should head back to our rooms too.”

“Mm.”

Shen Yufu responded with a slight blush, stood up, and walked with elegant steps towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

Her alluring figure, swaying gracefully with each step, and the perfect curves faintly visible beneath her silk nightgown, ignited a fiery warmth in Su Mo’s heart.

He quickly followed her.

Bang!

A muffled sound of a door closing sealed off all the spring scenery behind it.

In the room, only a dim bedside lamp was on, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

Su Mo looked at the beautiful figure sitting with her back to him at the dressing table, seemingly fiddling with something, and a playful smile curved his lips.

He lightened his steps, walking over silently, then from behind, he pulled her, chair and all, into his embrace.

“My dear Yu Fu, what are you doing?” He rested his chin on her soft, fragrant shoulder, bringing his nose close to her hair, inhaling its intoxicating scent.

“N-nothing.” Shen Yufu was startled by his sudden intimacy, her pretty face flushed, and she subconsciously hid the small bottle in her hand behind her back.

“Oh? Is that so?” Su Mo raised an eyebrow.

He reached out, easily grasping her soft, boneless hand hidden behind her back, then brought the nail polish bottle, still emitting a faint fragrance, to his front.

“Let me see, what good thing is this?”

“Ah! Give it back to me!”

Shen Yufu was both shy and anxious, reaching out to snatch it back.

But her strength, less than four thousand points, was not even enough to tickle Su Mo.

Su Mo merely exerted a slight force and pinned her two restless hands behind her back.

Then, he turned his gaze to the bottle in his hand.

It was a dark red color, full of seductive allure.

“Tsk tsk, my dear Yu Fu, staying up late, hiding in your room secretly painting your nails with this color, are you trying to seduce me again?”

“I… I am not!”

Shen Yufu turned her face to the side, not daring to look into Su Mo’s eyes, “I just think this color looks good.”

“Is that so?” Su Mo’s smile deepened.

He released his hold on Shen Yufu’s hands, then crouched down.

Amidst Shen Yufu’s breathing, which was so tense it almost stopped, he reached out and gently clasped her slender ankle, which peeked out from beneath the hem of her light purple silk nightgown.

Then, under Shen Yufu’s shy and fearful gaze, he held her exquisite, jade-like feet, still faintly fragrant, in his palm.

“Su Mo… you…”

“Don’t talk,” Su Mo said without raising his head, “I’ll help you paint them.”

As he spoke, he unscrewed the dark red nail polish bottle, dipped the small brush, and began to carefully apply it to her ten slender, pearl-pink toenails.

His movements were light and gentle, as if he were handling a most precious work of art.

The slightly cool touch and the faint scent of the nail polish stimulated a tingling sensation throughout Shen Yufu’s body.

A hot current surged from the soles of her feet straight to her head, making her toes instinctively curl up.

She wanted to pull her feet back, but her body was too soft to muster any strength, so she could only let that scoundrel do as he pleased with her feet.

Su Mo “painted” for a good ten minutes before finally putting down the bottle.

He looked up at the pair of beautiful feet he had “carefully adorned,” a satisfied smile on his face.

Her ten originally delicate and lovely toenails, after being coated with that layer of alluring dark red, became even more enticing, like ten ripe cherries waiting to be picked.

“Do they look good?”

Su Mo looked up at the peerless enchantress, who was shyly gazing at him, and asked with a smile.

“Mm…” Shen Yufu nodded gently, her face flushed.

“Then… do you want a reward?”

A devilish smile appeared on Su Mo’s face.

“A… reward?”

“That’s right.” Su Mo nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, an item appeared in his hand.

It was a brand new pair of thigh-high stockings, as thin as cicada wings, completely black, and exuding a fatal allure!

“You… you scoundrel! Pervert!”

Shen Yufu looked at the 'weapon' in Su Mo’s hand, and her clear, cold eyes instantly became veiled with a watery sheen of shame and indignation.

She knew this guy definitely had no good intentions!

“What? You don’t like them?” Su Mo’s face showed a 'I’m very hurt' expression, “I specifically prepared them for you.”

“Who… who asked you to prepare them!”

Shen Yufu said this, but her clear, cold eyes still couldn’t help but linger on the black stockings in Su Mo’s hand for a few more seconds.

The ultimate smoothness and the faintly visible translucence made even her, a woman, feel a little tempted.

“Are you really sure you don’t want them?” Su Mo placed the black stockings in front of her, coaxing her, “If you wear them, I guarantee, tonight the initiative will be yours. I’m serious.”

“I…”

“Alright…”

After a fierce ideological struggle lasting zero point one second, Shen Yufu still couldn’t resist the temptation from the 'devil.'

Blushing, she took the thigh-high black stockings, filled with a 'sinful' aura, from Su Mo’s hand, and then, under Su Mo’s expectant and burning gaze, slowly put them on her pair of exquisite, artistic legs.

Hiss—

As the ultra-smooth fabric spread from her toes all the way to her upper thighs, Su Mo felt his throat go a little dry.

Absolutely stunning!

Simply magnificent!

This 'artwork' tailor-made for Shen Yufu had finally completed its last and most crucial stroke.

And he, the sole connoisseur, should now begin the most meticulous 'appreciation.'