I rejected your confession, but you took my best friend home?

Chapter 102 If you shouldn't enjoy it, then who should?

"What's wrong?"

Yin Mengran, having only heard half of Zhou Heng's sentence, asked in confusion,

Zhou Heng shook his head slightly and replied, "Ah...it's nothing."

He genuinely wanted to massage Yin Mengran's legs and feet; having received a massage from her, he naturally wanted to reciprocate in the same way.

Growing up, only my mother received this kind of treatment. I used to massage her often when I was little, so I know a little about the techniques.

But she was my mother after all, and I was young at the time. Could things work out between me and Yin Mengran?

Although they are a couple, they haven't been together for very long. What if he touches her legs and she misunderstands and thinks he just wants to touch her legs?

Yin Mengran continued massaging Zhou Heng's shoulders with just the right amount of pressure, which truly helped him relax.

However, true relaxation is definitely psychological.

Having a beautiful girlfriend give you a massage is definitely more comforting to the mind than to the body.

“I used to massage my mom often. Her shoulders were always very sore, so I would massage them to help relieve her pain.”

Yin Mengran began to speak softly about her past.

Zhou Heng also imagined that scene in his mind. Every time he thought of Yin Mengran and her family, a feeling of heartache welled up in his heart.

Then, Yin Mengran changed the subject and said softly:

"Now... there's no chance... sigh."

Her voice sounded tinged with sadness, but more than that, it seemed to convey a sense of relief.

If it weren't for Zhou Heng and the others, she wouldn't have been able to let go of things so easily and continue living her life well, even with those memories.

Zhou Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he fell silent. He realized he was still far from being good enough.

Yin Mengran's mind was filled with longing for her family, and she channeled this longing into herself.

What are you thinking? Touching my leg? How can you be so shallow!

The next second, Zhou Heng immediately stood up.

Yin Mengran was startled and froze, her hands hanging in mid-air, looking completely helpless.

Then, Zhou Heng turned around, bent down, and reached out to pick up Yin Mengran!

"!!"

Yin Mengran's eyes widened, her body stiffening as if she were frozen in place, too afraid to move.

“Zhou...Zhou Heng…”

She opened her mouth and called softly, but received no response from Zhou Heng.

Her heart was pounding, but she felt no fear whatsoever.

So, is this racing heartbeat due to excitement or exhilaration?

Zhou Heng strode over, carried Yin Mengran to the living room, and gently placed her on the sofa.

Yin Mengran looked up at Zhou Heng with a blank expression, wondering what he wanted to do.

Zhou Heng took a small stool from the side, sat down in front of Yin Mengran, then reached out, grabbed Yin Mengran's leg, and placed it on his lap.

"Um..."

Yin Mengran gave a soft hum. For some reason, her body trembled slightly when Zhou Heng's hand touched her ankle.

"Zhou Heng..."

Yin Mengran realized what Zhou Heng wanted to do, but she couldn't quite believe it...

It's one thing for me to give Zhou Heng a massage, but does Zhou Heng want to give me a massage too?

She spent the whole day outside with Tang Zhi, using Zhou Heng's money to buy herself pretty clothes, and Zhou Heng carried all her things.

After returning home, she even asked Zhou Heng to give her a massage?

What makes me think I'm so great?!

Seeing Zhou Heng's hand about to massage her calf, Yin Mengran quickly stopped him:

"No... Zhou Heng, please don't... let me massage it for you, please don't do this to me..."

Zhou Heng's hand froze in mid-air. He looked up, glanced at Yin Mengran, and asked:

Do you find it offensive?

"Huh? I...I don't mind, I just feel that I shouldn't be treated like this."

"Huh? This is my house, you're my girlfriend, if you shouldn't enjoy this, then who should?"

After Zhou Heng finished speaking, he placed his hands on her legs without saying a word and began to gently massage them.

"I..."

Seeing that she couldn't stop him, when Zhou Heng's warm hand pressed down on her, Yin Mengran shyly covered her eyes with her hands and pursed her lips.

However, despite this, she couldn't hide her bright red ears, and the redness had even spread to her neck.

She felt like her heart was going to jump out of her throat. What kind of day was this? How could she have to go through something like this!

Although she wanted to stop Zhou Heng, that was from a rational perspective; she felt she didn't deserve to be treated that way by him.

Emotionally, she wished time could slow down, the slower the better.

Zhou Heng didn't notice Yin Mengran's change. He stared at Yin Mengran's legs and muttered to himself:

"How do you maintain such fair skin? Compared to my hands, mine looks so dark."

Zhou Heng looked at the back of his hand and Yin Mengran's leg; they were completely different colors.

After massaging for about 10 minutes, Yin Mengran felt that was enough. If she continued to indulge herself like this, she would really become ruined and spoiled by Zhou Heng.

Before she could say anything, Zhou Heng took off her slippers and reached out to touch her feet.

"!!"

Yin Mengran quickly pulled her legs back, her toes gripping the sofa, her feet hiding like a frightened little animal.

Zhou Heng blinked, stunned for a few seconds, a little slow to react; what had just "whooshed" past...?

"Oh... what's wrong? I'm not going to tickle your feet, what are you afraid of..."

He thought Yin Mengran was afraid that he would tickle her feet, but he just wanted to massage her feet. After walking all day, her feet must be tired.

Yin Mengran shook her head repeatedly, her cheeks flushed, and whispered, "No, no, my feet... let's not do that, they're too dirty..."

"Dirty? How could that be..."

Zhou Heng looked at Yin Mengran's feet, then at his own hands. Judging from the skin tone, her feet seemed cleaner than his hands...

However, he could understand Yin Mengran's thoughts. If it were him, even if his feet were clean, he would not let others touch them without washing them. He would subconsciously think that his feet were dirty.

"Well, how about I bring you a basin of water and help you wash up? Is that alright? But I don't think it's dirty, it's fine like this..."

"No, no, no... this is enough, don't... that..."

Yin Mengran stammered for a long time, unable to say anything, and finally...

All I could manage to say was, "Thank you."

Before Zhou Heng could respond, she quickly got up from the sofa and ran to the kitchen:

"I'm going to prepare dinner now!"