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"It's nothing, really."

Xinyao's mind panicked, and she quickly hid her left hand, which she had been holding to her nose, behind her back.

Yino walked into the room, placed a wooden bucket full of hot water at Xinyao's feet, and looked at her suspiciously.

This feeling of guilt was a bit like when parents used to check her room as a child...

But this world doesn't have that many entertainment devices.

Since his rebirth, the few erotic books Yino had hidden under the bed had long been confiscated by Xinyao, and besides that, Yino really didn't have any secrets to speak of.

Those truly unspeakable secrets, Yino kept them all in his heart.

In other words, the secrets not kept in his heart, his aunt knew almost all of them.

"Alright, I thought you were going through my bed again."

Yino let out a sigh. Although he sounded guilty, his heart was actually clear.

Hearing him say this, the tense expression on Xinyao's face also eased a lot.

She carefully dipped her jade foot into the water to test the temperature, while also teasing: "So, did you hide anything else later?"

"No, I don't want to give you any more leverage over me."

Yino casually grabbed a small stool and sat down at Xinyao's feet.

He hesitated for a moment but still reached out to grab the young girl's jade foot with the red string and bell tied around it—

"Don't bother testing, I've already adjusted the water temperature for you."

Yino said as he pushed her foot into the water.

The young girl's face turned red.

"Ah, wait, it's still too hot!"

"What's hot about it? You'll get used to it after soaking for a while."

Yino said casually, ignoring Xinyao's struggle and forcefully pressing her jade foot into the water for a while.

After a long time, the young girl's tense face eventually changed back to one of enjoyment.

Xinyao sat on the bed, leaning forward, looking down at the young man crouching by the bucket washing her feet.

"How come you're not disgusted by your aunt after two years?"

She cupped her face in her hands, smiling as she spoke.

Yino looked up at her, wanting to say something, but chose to tickle the sole of the girl's foot instead.

"Ah—!"

The sole of her foot was Xinyao's weakness. She couldn't hold out for even a few seconds before her body trembled, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Yino also knew when to stop, not continuing to tickle until Xinyao collapsed.

This was experience.

Light tickling was pleasant, but heavy tickling would likely result in Xinyao kicking him in the face.

When he was younger, Yino had learned this lesson the hard way, so he held her foot very tightly, afraid she might act up again.

"I'm not disgusted anymore, after all, Aunty's feet aren't dirty."

After the playful moment, Yino said seriously.

He lifted the jade feet from the bucket, lathered soap on his hands, and gently massaged them.

"I was never dirty to begin with!"

Xinyao enjoyed it while lightly humphing.

For some reason, as Yino's fingertips gently traced every inch of skin on her jade feet, Xinyao's previously relaxed face gradually couldn't hide a few traces of embarrassment and nervousness.

She felt a kind of indescribable restlessness.

But it wasn't in her feet, it was an itch in her heart.

Before, when washing feet, Xinyao didn't have any special feelings, it was purely teasing her young nephew for fun.

But now...

Xinyao felt that every inch of skin on the soles of her feet was incredibly sensitive.

"You, you don't need to wash between the toes, right?"

She controlled her breathing rate and advised softly.

Yino looked up at her: "Why not?"

"Because..."

"Don't tell me between your toes is also your weakness?"

Yino said with interest, becoming even more enthusiastic about inserting his fingers between the toes of the girl's jade feet.

However, Xinyao didn't actually have any special reaction, but Yino could clearly feel her foot arch tense up.

After a long while.

Xinyao finally couldn't help but part her cherry lips lightly:

"Haven't you finished washing yet?"

"I finished a long time ago, but there's still some free time before the time Senior Sister specified..."

Yino smiled lightly, continuing to play with the small jade feet in the bucket: "So I might as well use this time to further research what other weaknesses you have~"

He spoke frankly, without blushing or his heart racing, but Xinyao listened with a face flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

She hurriedly withdrew her feet, puffed up her cheeks, and stared at Yino with eyes both resentful yet affectionate:

"I knew you weren't up to any good when you voluntarily offered to help!"

"Don't you like it best when I wash your feet?"

Yino, having lost the feet to play with, had to sit up straight.

He glanced at the bed sheet that had been dampened by the foot-washing water and sighed: "If you're not going to wash, at least dry off before getting on the bed."

"Oh..."

Xinyao only then remembered that she had just withdrawn her legs and wet Yino's bedding.

But at the thought of having to hand her feet over to Yino again, the young girl inexplicably felt her heart rate increase. She didn't know why, but she felt that foot washing was no longer as innocent as it was when they were children. Yino's foot-washing technique had become so skillful that she felt he had completely mastered all of Xinyao's weaknesses and preferences.

Her every held breath and blush was under Yino's manipulative hands.

Was it that his foot-playing technique was too good?

Or was her overthinking things, becoming so sensitive due to her own nervousness?

Xinyao didn't know.

She only knew that now, stretching out her feet to Yino again, watching the young man wrap her feet in a towel and then hold them in his arms to dry, would bring an indescribable shyness.

"Is it necessary to dry them so thoroughly..."

Xinyao was still muttering softly, but despite her words, she still showed no sign of resistance.

Yino shrugged and said very sincerely: "Isn't it because we're about to leave, and there won't be any more chances to wash Auntie's feet in the future?"

Hearing him say this, Xinyao felt inexplicably reassured.

The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile, and she raised her leg to poke Yino's chest with her toes—

"Who says there won't be any more chances? Maybe we'll meet again in the future."

"If we meet again in the future, I might not be willing to wash your feet anymore."

"Hmph! You dare!"

Xinyao's small face turned fierce yet cute. She struggled to free her jade feet from the towel and lightly lifted Yino's chin with her toes.

Indeed, this pose and angle for appreciating the young man's expression was her favorite.

"If you go to the Wuji Sect and forget about your aunt's kindness..."

"At that time, Auntie will use this foot to make your bottom remember the fear of being dominated in your childhood!"

She teased with a serious face, her cheeks puffed up. Although she appeared cute, she wasn't joking with Yino.

Because she was a bird spirit, her foot techniques were truly terrifying.

Yino used to like to misbehave and had been kicked in the bottom by his aunt many times, crying out in pain.

"Alright, alright, I'll wash Auntie's feet anytime she wants."

Yino didn't argue with her anymore, just obediently dried those jade feet.

After washing her feet, Yino picked up the wooden bucket, ready to leave.

But this time, Xinyao called him back:

"Don't bother, I will empty the water herself later."

"Oh." Yino nodded.

"Come here, I have something good to give you."

The young girl sat on the bed, her jade feet swaying lightly under her skirt, returning to their initial scene.

Yino curiously walked forward.

But Xinyao beckoned for him to lower his head.

"Lower."

"A bit lower..."

"Come forward a bit, lower a bit more, come in front of me..."

Xinyao kept gesturing and directing until Yino brought his face close to hers, finally satisfied when they were face to face at close range.

But being so close, staring into the young girl's beautiful eyes, Yino's heart started beating faster and faster.

He didn't know what his aunt wanted to give him, but he wasn't dense either. At such close range, face to face, what could be given seemed self-evident...

"Close your eyes."

The young girl was still smiling as she spoke.

"Oh..."

"Open your mouth."

"Huh?"

"Quickly! Open your mouth, and no peeking!"

At this point, Xinyao finally stopped teasing.

She observed the young man's closed-eyed face up close, lost in thought for a moment, then prepared her lips, parted her cherry lips, and took out a golden pill coated with silvery jade liquid from the root of her tongue.

-This is something I risked violating ancestral rules to smuggle from the Western Regions to the Grand Tutor's mansion for you...-

-Yino, after you take this pill, you must bring honor to your Auntie in the Wuji Sect!-

As the young girl thought this, she lightly stuck out her tongue and fed the pill under her lips into Yino's mouth.

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...

"Yino, why is your face so red?"

In front of the Grand Tutor's mansion, the white-robed woman had been waiting in the carriage for a long time.

She looked at Yino, who seemed lost in thought, and raised her willow eyebrows curiously with a touch of heroic spirit.

Yino boarded the carriage but remained silent until he successfully suppressed the blush on his face, then let out a long breath.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that if the Sect Leader discovers I'm hiding chess manuals, I might be sent to sweep the back mountain..."

Yino casually found an excuse to brush it off.

Yuyan stared at him suspiciously, feeling that there was a faint, mysterious, special fragrance on him, and even his complexion was very different from last night, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

After a moment of silence, the immortal lady sat on the opposite side of the carriage compartment, crossing her legs under her skirt, and said faintly: "You are the young master of the Grand Tutor's mansion, and your family's Grand Tutor ancestor has a relationship with my master. Moreover, you've just entered the sect and don't understand the rules yet...

At most, master will confiscate the chess manuals, he won't punish you."

"What about you? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

"I have nothing to begin with, master can punish me as he pleases."

She propped her face on her hand and snorted coldly.

The originally unsmiling, aloof, and proud Senior Disciple of the Sword from the original Fallen Immortal novel now revealed a few traces of rebellious and unruly cold laughter in front of Yino.