“Ling Ling… Sister Ling Yue! Didn’t you say no silk ribbons today?!”
Feng Ling instinctively hid her hands behind her back.
“That’s right, I really didn’t use them just now… but you didn’t use your right of refusal, Xiao Fengling. You voluntarily gave up today’s quota. The moment you gave it up, you tacitly agreed that big sister could use other ways to compensate herself, right?”
Ling Yue said while pulling the two ends of the silk ribbon, making a taut sound in the air.
The golden runes on it lit up as they were straightened.
“You clearly said last time on the sofa—”
But Feng Ling’s words got stuck in her throat.
Because Ling Yue had already wrapped the ribbon around her right wrist, looped it three times, tied a slipknot, then pulled the other end around the bedpost, securing her right hand above her head.
Then Ling Yue fixed her left hand to the other side using the same method.
“Today, Little Fengling voluntarily gave up her quota, so you can’t blame big sister for temporarily adding a rule~ Besides, I actually wanted to try this temperature-sensing effect a long time ago.”
After saying that, Ling Yue slowly traced a finger along the path of the veins on her collarbone, then slid it down to the left wrist that was already bound.
“See, now the ribbon is dark red, which means you’re very nervous.”
“That’s not nervousness! It’s… fear!”
“Nervousness and fear are in the same color range on the ribbon’s emotion palette.”
Ling Yue’s finger slid all the way down from the inside of her wrist, passing the soft flesh of her inner arm, the side of her armpit, her ribs, then paused at the softest part of her waist, before continuing down to the outside of her thigh, and finally drawing a small circle on the back of her knee with her index finger.
Feng Ling’s calf muscle twitched directly from that circle.
Her legs were outside the constraints of the ribbon and could move freely, but she knew she’d better not kick.
Because last time she tried to kick Ling Yue, Ling Yue’s response was to flip her over and bite her calf four times in a row.
At this moment, Ling Yue’s delicate foot slipped out of its slipper and stepped onto Feng Ling’s lower abdomen.
The coolness of the sole, separated only by the thin fabric of the sleeping dress, transmitted to Feng Ling’s skin, making her belly suddenly shrink inward.
Her abdominal muscles reflexively tensed into a faint outline.
“Let’s try that feeling we had in the bathroom that day again… but this time, we’ll use the feet.”
As Ling Yue spoke, she gently curled her toes on Feng Ling’s lower abdomen twice.
Then, five toes pressed down one by one through the sleeping dress, each press slow and forceful, leaving five indentations on the fabric.
Then the arch of her foot slowly pushed up from Feng Ling’s lower abdomen to just below her chest, where the ball of her foot rubbed back and forth in a circle.
Then Ling Yue continued upward until her entire sole completely covered Feng Ling’s collarbone.
“Sister Ling Yue… Sister Ling… Mmm!…”
The words Feng Ling was about to say were crushed when the sole pressed against her throat.
What she originally wanted to say was, “Your toes are so cold,” but Ling Yue’s toes didn’t give her time to finish.
The feeling of her trachea being forcibly squeezed was similar to when Ling Yue choked her neck in the wedding chamber last time.
But this time, the force wasn’t from hands, but from feet.
Ling Yue’s toe control was even more precise than her fingers, and her big toe happened to be stuck against the left side of Feng Ling’s thyroid cartilage.
Those two delicate feet were like a pair of precise little pliers, squeezing inward from both sides.
The force was slightly lighter than when she used her hands last time, but light with a heavy undertone.
Light because the main arteries on both sides of the trachea weren’t completely compressed; heavy because the feeling of blocked blood vessels spread upward from the neck in a more prolonged way.
Feng Ling’s breathing was chopped into short gasps.
The flush on her face spread from her neck to the tips of her ears, and the ceiling in her vision became blurry.
At the same time, her toes unconsciously curled and rubbed against the bedsheet.
“See~ I told you when you’re nervous, the ribbon is dark red, but look, it’s turned bright red now, hasn’t it?”
Ling Yue gestured with her chin toward the ribbon on her wrist.
“That means the physiological responses of excitement and nervousness are very poorly differentiated in Little Fengling~ Or rather, to you, they’re essentially the same thing.”
After saying that, Ling Yue withdrew her foot, instead stepping barefoot on the floor beside the bed, resting her chin on one hand as she examined Feng Ling tied to the bed.
“Ha… ha… ah ha… ha…”
Feng Ling was now panting heavily.
Ling Yue kicked off her other slipper.
“Little Fengling, now let’s change the game.”
She walked around to the other side of the bed barefoot, pulled Feng Ling up from the bed, and untied the ribbon from the bedpost.
But she kept the binding on Feng Ling’s wrists.
Before Feng Ling could rub her wrists, Ling Yue grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off the bed, making her lie flat on the carpet.
Feng Ling lay on her back on the carpet, still holding up her bound wrists.
Ling Yue stood at the head of her, looking down.
From this angle, Feng Ling could only see a pair of bare ankles, faint blue veins visible on the insteps, and the two calves dangling from under the hem of the sleeping dress.
Those calves were well-proportioned with smooth lines, and the skin was so white it formed a sharp contrast with the carpet beneath.
Ling Yue lifted her foot and gently tapped the tip of her toe on Feng Ling’s cheek.
“This morning I licked your foot. This time, it’s your turn.”
“Wh… what? What did you say?”
“Don’t want to? Then you can use today’s right of refusal now. But are you sure you want to spend today’s quota on this? There are more things coming later that you’d rather refuse even more.”
Ling Yue’s toes lightly brushed the corner of Feng Ling’s mouth.
Feng Ling bit her lower lip.
Now she was caught in that damned forced two-choice again.
Either accept the request that she didn’t genuinely resist but was extremely embarrassing;
Or directly waste the only golden medal of immunity.
Ling Yue had definitely calculated this.
That woman always deliberately dangled the refusal option in moments when she didn’t need to use the quota, making Feng Ling torn between “use it now” and “save it for later,” ultimately obediently giving in.
It was just like those gacha games that give you a ten-pull, only to find out it’s just a welcome bonus for new players…
You think you’re profiting, but they’ve already calculated the probability into your psychology.
In the end, Feng Ling closed her eyes and touched Ling Yue’s delicate foot with the tip of her tongue.
That area of skin was smooth and cool, with a faint scent of body wash.
It was because Sister Ling Yue practically maintained herself from head to toe every few hours, even the soles of her feet were smooth without any roughness.
“Oh? Just once? That perfunctory won’t do.”
Then Ling Yue pushed forward a little more, gently pressing down on Feng Ling’s tongue.
At this moment, Feng Ling was forced to bear that weight, unable to close her small mouth or open it fully.
“Mmm… mm… mm… mm…”
She made vague sounds of protest from her throat, her lips trembling slightly from being unable to close, and a small thread of saliva had already started to drip from the corner of her mouth.
Damn, there was no way to bluff her way out of this now…
She really wanted to stab this woman dozens or hundreds of times…
Huh?
What was I just thinking?