The School Beauty Became My Live-in Maid to Pay Off Her Debts-Chapter 29 The Foot Massage Master

29: Chapter 29: The Foot Massage Master

29 -29: The Foot Massage Master

Su Wan didn’t continue the topic with Lin Shuang.

She playfully tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, casually pointing to the other side of the road, “Look, Lin Dasha, the spot I promised to find for your bubble tea shop, are you satisfied with it?”

Lin Shuang followed the direction she pointed and saw a two-story building standing there.

They had already walked out of the business district, but this spot wasn’t far from the entrance of the district; turning their heads, they could still see the long queues in front of those bustling shops.

Lin Shuang clicked his tongue, “Wanwan, although this location is good, I don’t think this building is for rent?”

Lin Shuang had noticed this two-story building a long time ago, as it stood right on the must-pass route to the business district.

The exterior of the building was particularly beautiful, with white walls and black tiles, reminiscent of a Southern Chinese town, as though it was uprooted straight from an ancient city there.

But he had passed it several times without ever seeing the doors open; it might be a private residence.

Mysteriously, Su Wan dug into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

“Dang dang dang dang!”

Just like when the chubby blue character pulls out a new gadget from his pocket.

Here it is, Dora-Wan!

Lin Shuang was dumbfounded, “Is this house yours, Wanwan?”

Su Wan pulled him by the sleeve and walked over, “No, it belongs to a distant cousin.”

“You mean to say that this relative, she isn’t really you, right?”

“You know my family only has a little money, how could we afford something like this!”

“Is it still possible to cling to the wealthy Wanwan’s thighs now?”

“Get lost, trying to cop a feel of my thigh again, aren’t you?”

Su Wan raised her leg intending to step on Lin Shuang, but he swiftly touched her thigh and ran off.

Today Wanwan was wearing a simple black sweatshirt with tight jeans, her plump thighs wrapped in jeans could definitely contend with black stockings.

Hand on her hip, Su Wan swung the keys at him, “Where do you think you’re running off to, Lin Dasha?

The keys are still with me!”

In a tone like The Buddha forever trapping the Monkey King in his palm.

What could Lin Shuang do?

Su Wan crooked her finger at him, and he could only obediently walk over.

Then he was fiercely stepped on by Su Wan, “Dared to run after touching my leg!”

Lin Shuang grimaced in protest, “You can step on me, but can you switch to black stockings and high heels before doing it?”

“Am I wearing them now?”

“Isn’t that just jeans with high heels?

Where are my black stockings?”

Su Wan looked at him with disdain, opened the door to the two-story house, and walked in.

Lin Shuang followed inside, finding the house empty except for just the basic white walls and a set of tables and chairs, almost nothing else.

Su Wan wiped the dust from the chair, sat down, and explained to him, “This is the house repaired by that cousin of mine.

She originally planned to open a florist or coffee shop.”

Lin Shuang sat down next to her, listening as she continued, “But that cousin has been abroad for a long time, leaving the house vacant.

So, when I said I wanted to try opening a bubble tea shop and experimenting with starting a business, I took it over.”

Lin Shuang looked up and surveyed the two-story building; the space was more than enough to open a bubble tea shop, perhaps the second floor could even be used for personal reasons.

Moreover, with it being so empty inside, it left a lot of freedom for interior decoration.

He hesitated before saying, “This rent can’t be cheap, right?”

Su Wan immediately kicked him, her tone reproachful, “Are you really talking about rent with me?”

“This is your relative’s house though, should we still offer something…”

Lin Shuang hugged her foot that she kicked over.

Su Wan allowed him, leaning back on the chair with her foot resting on his thigh, “We’re all family here, talking about money hurts feelings.

Just cling to your momma’s thigh.”

Lin Shuang took off her high heels, held her feet clad in black silk socks in his arms, and started diligently massaging them.

“Clinging to the rich lady Wanwan’s thigh!—Is this what you call black silk?

Black silk socks count as black silk?

I’m going to have to represent all black silk enthusiasts and sue you!”

Su Wan leaned on the table, propping up her face with her hand, lazily watching him, “Lin Dasha, why don’t you unzip and take a look?”

She was referring to the zipper on the leg of her jeans.

Lin Shuang tried unzipping it, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

There were silky black stockings under the jeans.

Wow, silk inside the pants?

Jeans over stockings?

“What kind of new trend is this?” Lin Shuang pinched her calf.

“It’s for warmth?

It’s still a bit cold early in the morning.”

“It’s not specifically for me to see?”

“Wow, Lin Dasha, you really are confident—hurry and keep massaging my feet!”

Lin Shuang pouted, “I’m a top-notch youth, the heartthrob of Huai University, how did I become your foot-massage master?”

While he said that, his hands didn’t stop moving.

Su Wan comfortably hummed, “Having the honor to touch this beauty’s feet—let’s talk about serious matters.”

“Hmm?

What serious matters?”

What serious matters?

Is there anything more important than playing with a beauty’s feet?

“The teahouse!

How should we decorate it!

You’re not planning to dump everything on me, right?”

Su Wan gave him a look that said he was beyond saving, her feet nudging against his chest.

“Speaking of decoration—this will be your realm of artistic genius, Wanwan!

Please take care of the design plan!”

“I knew it… You really just want to trick me into working for free!”

Lin Shuang’s fingers pressed gently on the sole of her foot, moving in a circular motion, “It’s not for free; didn’t I treat you to a sandwich, and now I’m massaging your feet?

Which boss cares about their employee this much?”

“Mmm~ That’s ticklish, don’t poke there…”

Su Wan shrunk back into her chair like a little shrimp.

Her cheeks turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Lin Shuang applied more pressure with his hands, and with a moan, he was kicked over by Su Wan along with the chair.

He lay sprawled on the floor, staring at the bright white ceiling.

Then he brought his fingers close to his nose and took a sniff.

Indeed, every part of a beautiful girl is fragrant.

The beautiful girl Su Wan remained shrunk in her chair, took a moment, then stood up.

Her feet clad in black silk slipped into her high heels and she walked over to Lin Shuang’s head.

With hands on her hips, she looked down at him from above.

“Lin Dasha, are you thinking it’d be nice if I was wearing a skirt from this angle?”

“You could guess that?

You really must be the worm in my stomach!”

“Stop saying such gross things!”

Su Wan laughed, her high heels pressing lightly on his chest, grinding slightly, “Your favorite black silk heels stepping on you, just as you wished.”

“You make me sound like some kind of pervert…”

Lin Shuang held her silky calves, giving them a squeeze, “Let’s talk more about the teahouse.”