Chapter 60: You Can Touch However You Want

Lin Meng finally snapped back to reality and hurried over to the bed. "Sister Mengmeng, which foot did you sprain?"

"My left foot," Wu Mengmeng said, stretching out a fair and tender little foot.

Lin Meng paused for a moment. He wondered, "Wait, if you sprained your left foot, why are you stretching out your right one?"

But he didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just a slip of the tongue. He crouched down, cupped her foot in his hands, and began to inspect it carefully.

He had to admit that Wu Mengmeng’s feet were truly beautiful, like meticulously carved works of art. The skin on the instep was smooth and fair, as flawless as a peeled hard-boiled egg, with faint blue veins barely visible beneath the surface. Her five toes were neatly aligned like plump, round pearls, and her toenails gave off a faint pinkish hue.

Lin Meng even felt a slightly perverse urge to take that delicate foot into his mouth and properly taste it.

"Lin Meng, didn’t you say you were going to treat me?" Wu Mengmeng asked, her face flushing red as she watched him hold her foot without moving.

"Sorry, I zoned out for a second." Lin Meng smiled apologetically, but then his brows furrowed. "Sister Mengmeng, your foot isn’t red or swollen. It doesn’t look like it’s sprained at all."

"It might just be a mild sprain. It really hurts, anyway, so hurry up and treat it!" Wu Mengmeng urged, feeling guilty.

"Alright then, I’ll massage it for you first." Lin Meng felt even more puzzled, but he still held her delicate foot and began to gently massage it using the techniques of the Yin-Yang Saint Hand.

This time, however, he had no ulterior motives; he was purely focused on treating her.

"Mmh..." As the effects of the Yin-Yang Saint Hand took hold, Wu Mengmeng felt as though currents of electricity were sweeping through her entire body. It was a tingly, numbing sensation that was indescribably comfortable.

"Sister Mengmeng, how do you feel..." Lin Meng asked as he looked up, feeling that he had massaged it long enough.

Before he could finish his sentence, his current angle allowed him to see straight through the gap between her beautiful legs, right to her secret, wondrous place. Although it was wrapped in a pair of little pink panties, the shape was completely outlined. That particular crease alone was enough to make a man want to thoroughly explore it. Most importantly, a damp stain was already spreading across the fabric, which meant she was already reacting!

He wondered, "Are young women her age really this sensitive?"

Lin Meng gulped, a restless heat stirring in his heart.

"Lin Meng, what are you looking at?" Wu Mengmeng’s shy voice suddenly rang out.

"Sister Mengmeng, I didn’t mean to! I promise I didn’t see anything," Lin Meng blurted out, startled as he quickly stood up.

"You really didn’t see anything?" Wu Mengmeng asked, unconvinced.

"Of course. It was all dark, what could I even see?" Lin Meng offered a random excuse.

Hearing this, Wu Mengmeng nearly exploded with anger. "Lin Meng, what nonsense are you sprouting?! It’s clearly a pretty pink down there! What do you mean ’dark’?!"

"Really?" Lin Meng’s eyes immediately lit up as he asked instinctively.

Wu Mengmeng was both annoyed and amused. She really didn’t know what was going through this guy’s head. In truth, she didn’t dislike Lin Meng at all; in fact, she even had a bit of a crush on him. After all, not only was he handsome, but he also had a very masculine aura about him. He was a sweet talker too, constantly calling her "Sister Mengmeng."

However, remembering what she had promised Li Shiyun, she could only apologize to Lin Meng in her heart.

"Lin Meng, if you don’t believe me, you can take a look." Wu Mengmeng took a deep breath and flashed a charming smile.

"Sister Mengmeng, you shouldn’t joke around like that." Lin Meng waved his hands repeatedly, genuinely spooked.

He admitted to being a lecher, but he knew exactly what kind of women he could touch and what kind he couldn’t. Wu Mengmeng was a genuine, untouched maiden. Exchanging a few jokes was fine, but if he actually laid a hand on her and couldn’t take responsibility, her father would hack him to death with a cleaver!

"Lin Meng, I’m not joking with you." Wu Mengmeng stood up from the bed and hugged his arm. "Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time," she said delicately. "I was just too embarrassed to say it out loud. It wasn’t until today that I finally gathered the courage to call you over like this."

"Mengmeng, are you serious?" It was Lin Meng’s first time receiving a confession, and his heart went THUMP, THUMP with excitement.

"Of course. If you don’t believe me, I can let you touch my body. You can touch me however you want." Wu Mengmeng’s eyes were filled with tenderness.

Lin Meng grew instantly excited. Already parched with desire, he pinned her down on the bed in one swift motion. His hands deftly slipped through her collar, grasping those two fully developed, plump mounds. The soft, smooth, and bouncy sensation spread from his palms straight to his heart. It felt so incredibly good that every pore on his body seemed to cheer.

Wu Mengmeng was only a few years older than Xia Tiantian. The elasticity of both women was about the same, but Wu Mengmeng’s were half a size larger. The blissful feeling of not being able to grasp it all with one hand was something only those who had experienced it could understand.

"Lin Meng, you..." Wu Mengmeng’s eyes widened in fright, completely unprepared for such an intense reaction.

But before she could even cry out, Lin Meng’s mouth covered hers.

"Mmh... Mmmph..."

Feeling his blazing lips, Wu Mengmeng instinctively struggled for a moment before quickly losing herself in the sensation.

She thought, "This feels so good!"

It was her first time kissing a man. It felt so wonderful that every bone in her body seemed to melt. She felt weightless, entirely losing herself in the moment. When Lin Meng’s tongue slipped inside, she instinctively responded, exchanging sweet saliva with him.

A moment later, Lin Meng withdrew one hand, trailing it down her smooth thigh until it rested over that little, swollen mound. Even through a layer of fabric, he could clearly feel the damp heat radiating from within.

Breathing heavily with fiery desire, he forcefully tugged off those wet little panties.

Still immersed in the heat of their intimacy, Wu Mengmeng felt a sudden chill down below, which jolted her hazy mind back to reality. Seeing Lin Meng grab her hand to place it over the tent pitched in his pants, she immediately shoved him away with all her might. "Lin Meng, you... you’re taking advantage of me!"

Seeing her reaction, Lin Meng also snapped out of his daze. "Sister Mengmeng, didn’t you just say you liked me and that I could touch you however I wanted?"

"I..." Wu Mengmeng didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

The main issue was that she never expected him to be so bold—daring to go this far and even kissing her.

"I get it, Sister Mengmeng. You must have just been teasing me, and I actually took it seriously.

"You’re right. Why would any woman like a man like me who has absolutely nothing? I was just being delusional.

"I’m sorry, Sister Mengmeng. It’s my fault. I’m a beast!"

Misunderstanding her silence, Lin Meng’s mood plummeted instantly, and he began slapping his own face in quick succession.

"Lin Meng, what are you doing?! That’s not what I meant!" Wu Mengmeng’s heart ached at the sight, and she hurriedly stopped him.

"Then what exactly did you mean?" Lin Meng asked, completely bewildered.

"Ugh, how do I explain this...

"Forget it, I’ll just tell you the truth. It’s like this..."

Wu Mengmeng was conflicted, but in the end, she simply blurted out the entire truth.