Chapter 059: Faintly Revealed

Chapter 059: Veiled Hints

Ten minutes later, Ye Feng, holding a pair of shoes, arrived at the Huang family’s villa. He adjusted his attire slightly before ringing the doorbell of Huang Shan’s house. Very quickly, Huang Shan appeared at the door. “Ye Feng, come in! What did you bring with you? Hurry, come inside!” Huang Shan seemed genuinely delighted to see him.

“Thank you, Sister Shan. It’s nothing much, really. I remember I didn’t get you a present for your last birthday, so today I just brought you a little something,” Ye Feng replied with a smile. Huang Shan looked especially radiant and alluring today, like a ripened red apple ready to be plucked. Every gesture, every smile, seemed to draw Ye Feng’s gaze irresistibly.

She wore a semi-transparent, snow-white chiffon blouse—a garment she rarely chose, but upon hearing Ye Feng was coming, she had, almost involuntarily, changed into it. The first button was fastened so low that it revealed a wide expanse of fair and tender skin at her chest, mesmerizing and bewitching. Ye Feng couldn’t help but swallow secretly, and what made things even more tantalizing was the deep, shadowy cleavage that was faintly visible.

The black, embroidered lace bra peeked through, teasing Ye Feng’s eyes, making him wish he could pluck out his own eyeballs and lay them there for a better look. Beneath the filmy white layer, two nearly transparent black cups encased her ample curves, the tips pressing up against the fabric. Ye Feng felt as if he were about to have a nosebleed—surely, Huang Shan had dressed this way just to torment him.

“Come now, there’s no need to be so polite. Come in,” she giggled. And as she walked ahead of him, her slender, snake-like waist swayed enticingly, making Ye Feng want nothing more than to reach out and feel its charm for himself. Her shapely hips drew his attention just as deeply.

Once they were seated, Huang Shan poured tea for him. Ye Feng asked in surprise why the housekeeper wasn’t around. Huang Shan replied that she had gone home and wouldn’t return for some time. The thought of being alone together in the villa sent an inexplicable thrill through Ye Feng.

“By the way, what did you get me?” Huang Shan asked, her excitement barely concealed. She couldn’t quite explain why, but upon hearing Ye Feng was coming to see her, her heart had been pounding, and now, learning he had brought a gift, she felt even more eager, as if she couldn’t wait to see it.

“It’s a pair of shoes. I wasn’t sure about your size, so I guessed,” Ye Feng said, smiling as he produced a box containing women’s leather shoes, placing it before her feet.

“Oh, shoes! They’re beautiful!” Huang Shan exclaimed, her delight reminiscent of Cinderella receiving her glass slippers. She bent her head to caress the elegant high heels—whether by accident or design, the open collar of her blouse revealed a tantalizing view, her mature and sexy curves nearly overpowering Ye Feng, who was dying to take a bite.

Suddenly, Huang Shan looked up and caught Ye Feng’s lustful gaze fixed on her chest. Embarrassed and flustered, she scolded him coquettishly, “You little rascal, what are you staring at? Careful or your eyeballs will fall out!” She quickly covered her chest with her delicate hands.

“I—I wasn’t looking!” Ye Feng denied, though of course he couldn’t admit it. Still, her beauty was enchanting, and he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to touch her there. The very thought of the creamy expanse she revealed made his heart race.

“Hmph!” Huang Shan glared at him, then straightened up and sat primly. She lifted her small foot and gave his shin a gentle kick. “Well, put them on for me. If they don’t fit, you’re in trouble!”

“Alright, no problem.” There was nothing else he could do; he hadn’t remembered her shoe size, and now she’d caught him staring. But the chance to touch her beautiful feet filled him with anticipation.

Ye Feng knelt on one knee and gently removed her crystal slippers, taking her silk-clad foot in both hands. Through the sheer, flesh-toned stockings, he could faintly see the veins beneath her pale skin; her ankle was smooth and flawless, her toes perfectly shaped. Such a lovely foot could make any man lose his mind, Ye Feng mused.

“Sister Shan, you have no idea—the shoes fit perfectly, and they look stunning on you,” Ye Feng said sincerely as he helped her slip on the new pair, relieved that his guess had been right.

He then took her other foot and, unable to help himself, let his gaze wander up her smooth, slender calves, which gleamed invitingly beneath the silk. Higher still, her thighs were full and shapely—what exquisite legs, he thought.

At that moment, Huang Shan’s thighs parted ever so slightly, whether intentionally or not, giving Ye Feng a clear view from his angle. He caught a flash of red—she was wearing red underneath. The lacy top of her stockings rolled up just beneath the hem, revealing a strip of ivory skin at the base of her thighs. Ye Feng’s heart threatened to leap from his chest; he couldn’t dare look any longer, especially not at the alluring red lace beneath.

As he helped her with the shoes, his hands couldn’t resist caressing her silk-wrapped legs. They were so delicate, so smooth, so soft—he longed to press his cheek against them and savor the sensation.

With Ye Feng’s gentle touch, Huang Shan’s body trembled, and she scolded him with a blush, “You naughty thing, what are you doing?” When he first knelt to change her shoes, she had already felt the heat in his gaze, and, almost without realizing, her legs had parted to meet it. The realization frightened her, but she couldn’t help herself. The sensation was intoxicating, awakening feelings she hadn’t felt in ages. As his hands caressed her, she struggled not to make a sound, fearing that otherwise, she might lose herself entirely to the pleasure of his touch. Oh, this little rascal—he truly was dangerous.