Chapter 3. Her Legs Came From Below H

Chen Du looked at Chen Jiashu in shock.

“What are you doing?” He lowered his head for a moment as if he had been stabbed. Then, he immediately looked back up at her warningly, “Your foot.”

Chen Jiashu didn’t say anything as she arched her instep and her toes scraped his crotch.

Chen Du almost jumped up, but he couldn’t move his key part because Chen Jia Shu was holding it down. He dropped his knife and fork and leaned back in his chair for almost ten seconds. “Chen Jiashu, what are you doing?”

Chen Jiashu sat across from him, taking small sips of congee. She glanced up at him, her face still expressionless, while the slender fair foot under the table was extremely erotic. Separated by a layer of white socks and short sports pants, she dragged it up and down his groin. The nimble tip of her foot curving inwards over the base of his crotch.

Chen Du was scared out of his wits. He instantly stood up, and because he jumped up, the excessive force caused the mahogany dining chair to fall backward and hit the ground with a loud bang.

“Chen Jiashu, you’re crazy!”

Chen Jiashu’s eyes closed at the sound of the chair falling to the ground, and she looked at him coldly: “You are very noisy.”

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“Mbld nyd usw nyzx esod? Ps usw jdso obyv usw’al eskdt?”

Ubld Kkypbw eked’v pyu yduvbkdt, cwv kdpvlye ypjle bkx, “Gal usw vbkdjkdt ycswv xl?”

Ubld Pw oyp prllnbzlpp ytykd. Tkp qyka qynl vkdtle okvb y qykdv ale, pwzjkdt. “Psd’v cl akeknwzswp.”

“Psd’v eldu kv.”

Ubld Kkypbw rwv esod bla prssd, pvsse wr, yde oyzjle shla vs bkx.

Fbl cldv esod, bla ckt eyaj lulp pvyakdt lyadlpvzu yv bkp nasvnb.

Ubld Pw oyp sd qkal qsa y xsxldv yde bye fwpv vyjld y pvlr cynj obld Ubld Kkypbw pyke, “Psd’v xshl.”

Mbl ekpvydnl oyp ps nzspl vbyv vbl oyax qllzkdt sq bla calyvb prkzzle sdvs bkp zkvvzl yaly, yde vbl qkal cwadle lhld bsvvla. Tla blye oyp zsolale, yde yzz Ubld Pw nswze pll olal bla zsdt, ruayxkeyz nzwpvlap sq lulzypblp. Tla cynj oyp cldv okvb vbl blx sq bla nzsvblp awddkdt wroyaep ytykd, alhlyzkdt vbspl pbyzzso, nbyaxkdt oykpv ekxrzlp ytykd.

Chen Du thought he was crazy too, to stand here foolishly and let her look. He clenched his fists and lifted his feet to leave, but Chen Jiashu suddenly lifted her head.

“You’re hard.”

She said as she tilted her head and looked at him innocently.

*****

Chen Du sat at his desk and felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time.

In front of his eyes, Chen Jiashu’s face kept shaking, like a fair, small goose egg. Her clear black eyes were moist and filled with emotion. Even the words she spoke were hot.

She said, “You’re hard.”

How did she manage to say these words and do these things without any obstacles? Chen Du really wanted to catch her and ask her, but just when he came back to his senses, Chen Jiashu had already washed the dishes and left. She stomped up the stairs, wearing a pair of short white socks and no shoes on.

Chen Jiashu had been in the family for six years, but in real terms, she had only lived at home for a year. She started boarding when she was in junior high school; she was at school on Mondays to Fridays, going home on weekends. Then it became every other week, then every other month, then every two months until she was hardly seen at home, and Chen Du’s encounters with her dwindled to occasional meetings and nods on New Year’s Day.

Sometimes, when he stopped and turned around, she was already far away. Then she disappeared not long afterward. She never said goodbye when she left. Sometimes, even Chen Jinnan, her own father, didn’t know when she was going back to school or if she had enough money on her.

What was certain, was that Chen Jiashu had not left yet. There was faint music coming from her room, but the walls were well insulated, so Chen Du could not really hear it. It was probably an unknown waltz. She danced ballet so she liked listening to classical music.

Chen Jiashu couldn’t stay in all day without going out or eating. The window in Chen Du’s room was closed and the door was open. He turned sideways to face the door and also paid silent attention to it. He didn’t see Chen Jiashu pass by all morning.

The nanny didn’t come for the holiday and no one was cooking at home. Chen Du wanted to ask Chen Jiashu what she wanted to eat for lunch, but when he took out his mobile phone, he found that she had logged out of QQ and her old number was also suspended.

He asked Chen Jinnan for her new number and WeChat, deleting and changing her friends’ notes, torn like a brat confessing for the first time.

Chen Du was taken aback by this fleeting thought, so he hastily sent out a note with a name.

“Chen Du.”

Chen Jiashu held the phone in her left hand, her right hand and right leg still raised above her head. She accepted the friend request. She held the phone and lowered her arm, standing vertically on her toes and rotating on the ground for a turn and a half. She followed it with a light stride, switching her weight to her right foot.

“I’ll order takeaway. What do you want to eat?”

“Anything you order.”

Chen Jiashu lowered her waist and lifted her leg. She stretched her arms and pulled into a supple right angle.

“Is there anything you don’t eat? Coriander and spring onions or something like that, in terms of ingredient or taste-wise.”

Luckily, Chen Du asked this extra question. Chen Jiashu sent him a sixty-second voice.

“Not too salty, not too spicy. No mao beans, plums, or celery, but parsley is fine. No chicken soup, but something like braised chicken is fine… No pork belly, please. Anything else is fine but not too greasy. “

You call that all right?

“How about some noodles in soup?”

“Yes, I’ll have the thick noodles, not the thin ones, and the soup base with hemp and not spicy.”

“What’s the flavour?”

“If you make a note of your order, the shop will naturally know.”

Chen Du felt that the shopkeeper wouldn’t know either.

He rewound and listened to the voice again.

Chen Jiashu’s voice was soft. Flowing from a clear spring on a rock. Chen Du always thought of this poem when he listened to her, but on the phone, he not only heard her talking, he also heard her panting.

She was m*sturbating and sending him a voice at the same time?

No, why was she m*sturbating again?

Chen Du gritted his teeth and asked, “What are you doing?”

It took Chen Jiashu a few minutes to reply.

“Practicing dance. Am I too noisy?” The voice next door dropped.

Chen Du breathed a sigh of relief.

“No,” he said again.

This was the end of the conversation. Chen Jiashu did not reply again, and Chen Du did not hear any sound coming from her room. It was quiet all around him, and he suddenly felt a little empty.

He ordered the braised chicken with abalone sauce at noon and made a lot of notes according to Chen Jiashu’s taste. The merchant was clever and fast, and it was delivered before twelve o’clock. 

Chen Du went upstairs after taking the takeaway. He had just sent a WeChat to call for dinner, and Chen Jiashu never returned it, so he had to send it up.

The door to the room was open, but not WeChat. He walked over to the room where Chen Jiashu was dancing the ballet.

She was wearing a practice outfit, revealing a snow-white back. Her arms were dancing, driving her right-angle shoulders. Her toes were standing up with her body stretched into a slim, beautiful straight line. Her slender legs twirled circles and her dance steps were light and very agile. He saw Chen Jiashu’s bright face flashing by quickly. The corners of her mouth were slightly curled with a few strands of hair scattered on her cheeks. She looked vibrantly beautiful.

After a few quick little hops in place, she slowed her dance steps, pointing her toes alternately and nodding over towards the doorway before coming to Chen Du.

She lifted her right leg and easily raised it over her head, her legs opening up to reveal the small, full pink p*ssy between her two legs. She wasn’t wearing any stockings, and a thin crotch line was strangled underneath, exposing most of her inner p*ssy.

When the takeaway fell to the floor, Chen Du bent over to pick it up, but Chen Jiashu wouldn’t let him look away. She flexed slightly and hung her ankle on Chen Du’s shoulders. She leaned forward and fell into his arms.

Chen Du felt her snail-like seduction. She rubbed the back of his neck with her instep. Her long leg hung on him, pressed obscurely against his chest. The fragrance of a young girl puffed on the tip of his nose. The thin, warm flower hole pressed against the crotch of his pants, making it harder and harder to breathe.

The tiger could not be shut up, hissing and leaping out of the cage. Chen Du’s forehead rippled with veins. Unable to resist, he swept her over and pressed her against the wall,  kissing her frantically. He grabbed her lips and sucked and bit them. He even pried her teeth open with his untutored tongue, sweeping back and forth in her tender red mouth.

The action of prying her teeth open seemed to break through a certain seal, leaving all the worldly ethics and rules behind for her. Chen Du’s irrational and unruly kisses almost took Chen Jiashu’s breath away, her face turning red as she wrapped her hands around his neck and punched his firm back helplessly.

Chen Du’s lips strayed downwards as he kissed her neck and her collarbone, sucking, biting, and licking, planting strawberry marks wherever he passed.

“No sucking!” Chen Jiashu saw this and cursed under his breath.

He obediently stopped sucking, but at the same time, he pulled her collar to the sides, and a pair of tender rabbit-like br*asts jumped out, blatantly exposed to the air and pressed in front of him. He took a deep look at them and lowered his head to take her left br*ast.

The pleasure at the n*pple of her br*ast washed over her brain so fiercely that Chen Jia Shu’s untimely cry of surprise turned into an instant moan as she clutched Chen Du’s head and shivered uncontrollably, “Ah, oh, be gentle, don’t bite…”

Chen Jiashu’s moan was even sweeter than in his dream. She wailed, soft and scratchy. Chen Du was so choked up below that he was about to explode. He pinched her waist with both hands, pressed on her waist dimple, and inclined his head to bite her on the inside of her legs. Chen Jiashu shuddered and squealed like a young cat in heat.

Chen Du stroked down the length of her thigh, inch by inch, circle by circle, sliding down to her flesh as she whimpered softly.

Her p*ssy was dripping with water, and her pink lips kept bubbling out. When Chen Du’s hand touched her sensitive p*ssy, she gave a short, sharp “ah” and her whole body jumped upwards like an electric shock. She tilted her head back and bit her lower lip. Her eyes widened and a huge amount of water came from her hole.

She had c*m. Chen Du merely scraped her with his hand and she creamed so much. Chen Jiashu tilted her head and bit her lip, closing her eyes in indignation.

Chen Du’s hand was drenched, and he looked down at his own hand, a little dumbfounded: “You peed.”

Chen Jiashu’s body jolted. Her eyes opened with a blush, and she glared at him angrily, “You’re the one who peed! It’s called “squ*rting”!”

“What do you mean by “squ*rting”?” Chen Du asked.

It was a serious tone, as serious as a student asking a teacher for advice and answering questions. Chen Jia Shu looked at him askance: “Haven’t you ever seen a p*rno?”

Chen Du was speechless for a moment, unable to answer, and awkwardly averted his eyes.

“Oh, honor students watch p*rn too.” Chen Jiashu raised an eyebrow and smiled, “You touched me to org*sm and I squ*rted water. That’s called “squ*rting.”

The hot and explosive words came out of her mouth in such a straightforward manner that Chen Du’s heart jumped as he looked at her red, rosy mouth. The blood in his body shot down to the bottom.

He panted heavily. Overcome with passion, he kissed her soft, pink face again, his eyes red. He picked her up by the other leg and rested his hand on her hip, gripping it softly as he walked towards her room. (TLN: Her right leg was on his shoulder the entire time, so he simply picked up her left.)

He slumped onto the bed with Chen Jiashu in his arms and pressed himself against her.

“Okay, squ*rt again.”