In the end, under Xiao Ke’er’s flawless acting, no matter how Xiao Qingqing probed, she got nothing useful. Sighing slightly, Xiao Qingqing turned to her bowl, dropped the topic, and chatted with Xiao Ke’er about school.

Looks like it’s fine now. Just get through this, right?

That’s what I thought—until something even more chilling happened.

My legs, sitting neatly under the table, sensed a faint trace of something unusual.

This feeling wasn’t strange or uncomfortable. Quite the opposite—my legs seemed to welcome it. At first, they even betrayed me, responding to the teasing with a hint of arousal.

How could I not recognize this?

Just minutes ago—I’d felt this exact sensation: the smooth glide of skin, the friction between stockings. No mistaking it. Absolutely not.

Someone across the table was rubbing my instep with a bare little foot.

And opposite me sat only two people: Xiao Qingqing and Xiao Ke’er.

Who was teasing me?

Instinctively, my eyes landed on Xiao Qingqing—but she was still chatting with Xiao Ke’er.

So the suspect was clear—

Ke’er!

Just then, the little girl tilted her head slightly. Catching my stare, her mischievous eyes sparkled with a bright smile, then shot me a sly wink.

Sure enough—it was this little troublemaker who loved pushing her luck!

Annoyed, I shot her a sharp glare. But she only smirked, shifting her bare foot to massage my slightly sore calf with nimble toes.

Hoo… Actually pretty comfortable. Reminded me of the Thai massage parlor near home. If I had cash, I’d go again in a heartbeat.

But Ke’er grew bolder. Her restless legs wandered higher, pressing firmly on my foot. Slowly… inch by inch… like a vine coiling around a tree—sinister, relentless.

Right then, a thrilling rush hit me—like secret romance behind my senior’s back!

Wait. Not the time for this! Wrong place, wrong moment!

I had to stop. Ke’er was clearly trying to get me killed. She probably wanted us both "buried together"—to become Xiao Qingqing’s pampered pet.

Total dead end for me! Escape. Now. No more entanglement.

But if I scooted my chair back, Xiao Qingqing would definitely notice.

And she already had.

"Little Junior Xixi, are you feeling unwell?"

Her sudden question made both Ke’er and me freeze. I coughed sharply. The clever girl instantly withdrew her foot. Saved.

Felt like being caught mid-affair. Weirdly, I didn’t blame her. A flicker of excitement stirred instead.

Wah… Could I really be a perverted lolicon?

Just as I breathed relief—another nearly identical sensation crept up my calf… from the other side.

This texture. This familiar stocking-on-stocking friction… firmer this time. Foot noticeably larger. No guessing needed. Had to be Xiao Qingqing.

I felt internally wounded—swallowing frustration and pent-up heat, I coughed again and again. But she didn’t stop. Her elegant feet massaged me with even fiercer enthusiasm than Ke’er’s.

Xiao family… why are your daughters so skilled at tormenting me?!

Torn between laughter and panic, I almost scooted back—but she squinted with a smile. "Little Junior Xixi worked so hard this afternoon. Time for a proper reward~"

As she spoke, Xiao Qingqing placed food on my plate. And with that gesture, her deadly little feet under the table pressed deeper, massaging with renewed fervor.

*This* was the "reward"? My calves were sore, sure—but this was way too much…

Where Ke’er’s teasing felt innocent and clumsy, Xiao Qingqing moved like a predator—confident, seasoned, toying with prey in her palm.

Desperate, I shot Xiao Ke’er a pleading look. She nodded knowingly, lips curved in a suggestive smile. Twisting on her chair, her restless little hands slid onto Xiao Qingqing’s thigh.

"Mmph!"

Xiao Qingqing’s eyes widened. She yanked her feet back, staring at Ke’er in shock. "Ke’er, you…?"

"I saw Sister was tired! Running all day, so busy… So Ke’er’s giving Sister a massage! How is it? Isn’t Ke’er’s technique pretty good?"

"Ah… Um…"

She actually had the nerve to admit it so shamelessly…