Chapter 14: Why Are You Blushing?

“N-no, it’s nothing.”

Yuan Xinyao panicked, quickly hiding her left hand, which she had been holding near her nose, behind her back.

He Yimo entered the room, placing the bucket of hot water at Yuan Xinyao’s feet, scrutinizing her with suspicion.

This guilty feeling was reminiscent of when parents would check his room as a child…

But this world didn’t have many entertainment devices.

Since his rebirth, the few adult books He Yimo had hidden under his bed had long been confiscated by Yuan Xinyao, and besides that, he had no other secrets.

The truly unspeakable secrets were all hidden in his heart.

In other words, any secrets not hidden in his heart were almost entirely known by Aunt Yuan Xinyao.

“Alright, I thought you were rummaging under my bed again.”

He Yimo exhaled, feeling guilty but inwardly at ease.

Hearing this, Yuan Xinyao’s tense expression relaxed considerably.

She carefully dipped her jade foot into the water to test the temperature, teasingly saying, “So, did you hide more after that?”

“No, I don’t want to give you any more leverage.”

He Yimo grabbed a small stool, sitting by Yuan Xinyao’s feet.

He hesitated but eventually took hold of the girl’s jade foot adorned with red string bells—

“Don’t bother testing; I’ve already adjusted the water temperature for you.”

He Yimo said as he gently placed her foot into the water.

The girl’s face turned red, her expression resistant.

“Wait, it’s still hot!”

“Hot? Just soak a bit and you’ll get used to it.”

He Yimo said casually, ignoring Yuan Xinyao’s struggle as he pressed her jade foot into the water for a while.

After some time, the girl’s tense expression gradually relaxed into one of enjoyment.

Yuan Xinyao sat on the bed, leaning forward, looking down at the boy washing her feet.

“So, after two years, you’re not disgusted by Aunt anymore?”

She cupped her face with a smile.

He Yimo glanced up at her, wanting to say something but chose instead to tickle the girl’s foot.

“Ah—!”

Her foot was a weak spot; she couldn’t last a few seconds before trembling with a blush.

He Yimo knew when to stop, not wanting to push Yuan Xinyao to the brink.

This was experience.

Light tickling was fun; too much and she’d likely kick him in the face.

As a child, He Yimo had learned this lesson well, so he held onto her foot firmly to prevent any mischief.

“I’m not disgusted anymore; after all, Aunt’s feet aren’t dirty.”

After their playful exchange, He Yimo spoke sincerely.

He lifted her jade foot from the bucket, lathering soap on his hands and gently massaging it.

“They were never dirty!”

Yuan Xinyao hummed lightly while enjoying it.

For some reason, as He Yimo’s fingers traced every inch of her foot’s skin, Yuan Xinyao’s once-relaxed face couldn’t hide a hint of blush and tension.

She felt an indescribable restlessness.

Not in her foot but in her heart.

In the past, washing feet was just playful fun with her young nephew.

But now…

Yuan Xinyao found every inch of her foot’s skin incredibly sensitive.

“You don’t need to wash between my toes.”

She suppressed her breathing rate, softly advising.

He Yimo looked up at her: “Why not?”

“Because…”

“Is between your toes another weak spot?”

He Yimo asked with interest, eagerly sliding his fingers between her toes.

However, Yuan Xinyao didn’t have any special reaction; He Yimo could only feel her foot arch tensing up.

After a while…

Yuan Xinyao couldn’t help but whisper:

“Aren’t you done yet?”

“I finished long ago, but there’s still some time before Senior Sister Mo expects me…”

He Yimo chuckled lightly, continuing to play with the small jade foot in the bucket: “So I’m just passing time; might as well explore your other weak spots.”

He spoke openly without blushing or stammering, but Yuan Xinyao listened with a flushed face and feigned anger.

She quickly withdrew her foot, puffing her cheeks and glaring at He Yimo with a mix of annoyance and affection:

“I knew you had ulterior motives!”

“Aren’t you the one who loves having me wash your feet?”

With no more feet to play with, He Yimo sat up.

He glanced at the wet bed sheets from the foot bath and sighed: “If you’re not washing them, at least dry them before getting on the bed.”

“Oh…”

Yuan Xinyao realized she had wet He Yimo’s bed when she pulled her legs back.

But thinking about handing her feet back to He Yimo made her heart race for some reason. She didn’t know why; washing feet no longer felt as innocent as it did when they were younger. He Yimo’s skilled foot-washing technique seemed to know all of Yuan Xinyao’s weak spots and preferences.

Every blush and breath she held was under He Yimo’s playful control.

Was it his excellent foot-washing skills?

Or was it Yuan Xinyao’s own overthinking and nervousness making her so sensitive?

Yuan Xinyao didn’t know.

She only knew that handing her feet back to He Yimo and watching him wrap them in a towel and hold them in his arms for drying felt embarrassingly intimate.

“Do you really need to dry them so thoroughly…”

Yuan Xinyao mumbled softly but didn’t resist at all.

He Yimo shrugged earnestly: “I’m leaving soon; there won’t be another chance to wash Aunt’s feet.”

Hearing this inexplicably comforted Yuan Xinyao.

Her lips curled into a soft smile as she poked He Yimo’s chest with her toe—

“Who says there won’t be another chance? Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“When we meet again, I might not want to wash your feet.”

“Hmph! You dare!”

Yuan Xinyao’s face turned adorably fierce. She slipped her foot from the towel and gently lifted He Yimo’s chin with her toe.

Indeed, this angle and posture were her favorite for admiring his expression.

“If you forget Aunt’s kindness at the Wuji Sect…”

“Then Aunt will use this foot to remind your butt of childhood fears!”

She teased seriously, puffing her cheeks. Though cute, she wasn’t joking with He Yimo.

As a bird spirit, her kicks were formidable.

In the past, He Yimo often misbehaved and was frequently kicked by Aunt until he howled in pain.

“Alright, alright. I’ll wash Aunt’s feet for life.”

He Yimo stopped arguing and obediently dried her jade feet.

After washing them, he picked up the bucket to leave.

But this time, Yuan Xinyao stopped him:

“No need to trouble yourself; I’ll dump the water later.”

“Oh.” He Yimo nodded.

“Come here; Aunt has something good for you.”

The girl sat on the bed, swinging her jade feet lightly beneath her skirt as they returned to their initial scene.

Curious, He Yimo approached.

But Yuan Xinyao gestured for him to lower his head.

“Lower.”

“Lower still…”

“Step closer; come before Aunt…”

Yuan Xinyao guided him until his face was close to hers. Only then was she satisfied with their close proximity and eye contact.

But facing the girl’s beautiful eyes up close made He Yimo’s heart race faster and faster.

He didn’t know what Aunt wanted to give him, but he wasn’t dense; facing each other so closely seemed obvious…

“Close your eyes.”

The girl continued smiling softly.

“Oh…”

“Open your mouth.”

“Huh?”

“Hurry! Open your mouth and no peeking!”

At this point, Yuan Xinyao stopped teasing.

She observed his closed face closely for a moment before preparing herself. She parted her cherry lips slightly and retrieved a golden pill from beneath her tongue with silver threads of liquid hanging from it.

【This is something Aunt risked ancestral disapproval for smuggling from the Western Regions into the Grand Tutor’s residence…】

【He Yimo after taking this pill you must make Aunt proud at the Wuji Sect!】

With these thoughts in mind she gently extended her tongue feeding him the pill from beneath her lips

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“He Yimo why is your face so red?”

In front of the Grand Tutor’s residence carriage stood waiting white-clad fairy

She observed He Yimo deep in thought raising an inquisitive brow

He boarded without speaking until he suppressed some blush then exhaled deeply

“It’s nothing I’m just worried if Master discovers my hidden Go manuals will I be sent sweeping mountains…”

He deflected with an excuse

Mo Yuyan eyed him suspiciously sensing faint mysterious fragrance on him even noting improved complexion but couldn’t pinpoint why

After brief silence fairy sat opposite him adjusting skirt legs crossed indifferently saying: “You’re Grand Tutor’s son; Taishi Ancestor has ties with my Master plus you’re new unfamiliar with rules… Master might confiscate manuals but won’t punish you.”

“What about you? Aren’t you afraid of punishment?”

“I have nothing left; Master’s punishment brings joy.”

She rested chin on hand coldly snorting

In “Fallen Immortal” original unsmiling aloof sword master senior sister now revealed rebellious smirk before He Yimo