High Heels and Heartbeats

“Are you okay!? Did you twist your ankle? I almost forgot, you’re not used to wearing high heels.”

Qing Zixi muffled her voice as she buried herself in Lan Mengyao’s embrace.

“N-no, I’m fine…”

What an embarrassment.

How could I be defeated by mere high heels!

Lan Mengyao helped Qing Zixi stand back up, and after a moment, Qing Zixi let go of Lan Mengyao’s hand and began to admire herself in the mirror.

Her silver hair cascaded down, and her crimson dress contrasted sharply with her fair skin, each accentuating the other’s presence. Her legs, as white as snow cones, looked unusually adorable, while the pearl-encrusted high heels complemented the long dress, making Qing Zixi appear taller.

Hm.

Well, I guess I am quite cute.

Pride unknowingly took over, and Qing Zixi had completely accepted and was even proud of this new version of herself.

Moreover, how should I put this…

Qing Zixi felt that these were the best stockings she had ever worn.

They had an incredibly smooth texture, like milk, clinging to her skin without any discomfort. Instead, they made her want to squeeze her legs together and rub a few times, much like how humans enjoy rubbing their legs against the sheets when they’re in bed.

Correction… the best underwear.

Through the mirror, she noticed Lan Mengyao’s bare feet on the plush carpet and immediately crossed her arms.

“Hmph, I-I’m not like you, afraid to wear high heels and fall!”

“Is that so~”

Lan Mengyao smiled instead of getting angry.

“If you’re fine, walk a few steps~”

Cough…

I’ll walk then!

Qing Zixi extended her hands to maintain her balance, focusing all her attention on her legs, and then turned and took a step, followed by another.

Ouch.

Although there was a moment when she felt like she might stumble, fortunately, Qing Zixi’s “foundation” was stable, and she didn’t fall.

“See!?”

After successfully taking two steps, Qing Zixi quickly turned around to show off, but in her haste, she stumbled and fell onto the bed.

“Ouch…”

Looking at Qing Zixi lying on the bed, her silver hair disheveled and her red dress riding up, revealing her high-heeled feet with one shoe missing.

Well, now I’ve seen enough, taken enough pictures, everything is ready…

Whoosh!

Lan Mengyao reached out and pinned Qing Zixi to the bed.

“W-what are you doing…”

Qing Zixi’s heart raced as she met Lan Mengyao’s dangerous blue eyes. She quickly averted her gaze and noticed Lan Mengyao’s hand resting on the bed.

The fingers were pale and slender, with neatly trimmed nails that were short and healthy, without any flashy nail art.

“S-sister, your fingers are so beautiful… ha ha…”

Qing Zixi laughed nervously. Although she didn’t know much about Lan Mengyao, she at least knew she was a skilled pianist.

And in e-sports, hand speed is crucial, so a beautiful pair of hands is her livelihood. Therefore, Qing Zixi was racking her brain to find something to compliment her.

“Now you know how to call me sister?”

Lan Mengyao raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so beautiful about my fingers?”

“T-they’re small and cute.”

Qing Zixi could only come up with two compliments in that brief moment, but she felt the air growing thick. Under the blue hair, Lan Mengyao’s expression was unreadable.

Lan Mengyao gritted her teeth and spoke slowly.

“Am I pretty but useless?”

What! I never said that! I’m innocent!

Qing Zixi cried out in her mind, but in reality, she was too close, too close. Qing Zixi didn’t even dare to breathe heavily, afraid her breath would fall on Lan Mengyao’s face and annoy her.

“W-where did I say that, mmph!?”

Qing Zixi shivered suddenly, feeling a pair of hands resting on her thighs, which were wrapped in white tights. These hands slowly slid up, occasionally squeezing a bit, not painful but embarrassing.

The hands started moving again, slowly, over the crimson skirt. Qing Zixi suddenly remembered.

Ah, I’m not wearing pants!

So, this must be a human’s worst nightmare, right…

“You’re so thin, not much meat, but some places are quite bouncy.”

Lan Mengyao pressed closer, and Qing Zixi could feel the warmth of her breath on her sensitive earlobe. The soft voice traveled through her ear to her brain, making Qing Zixi, who was already dizzy, even more unable to think.

How fragrant… is it the shampoo and body wash? Lavender mixed with lime.

Her body felt strange.

What is this feeling?

Qing Zixi squeezed her legs together.

In her eighteen years, she had never experienced this: her heart racing, all her blood rushing to certain places, making every inch of her skin incredibly sensitive.

Is a girl’s body this strange?

Since she had never been close to someone she liked, Qing Zixi didn’t understand this feeling of fluttering. She saw the overhead lights turn off, and the room grew dark, leaving only a faint blue glow on the ceiling, allowing her to make out the vivid colors and outlines.

Mmm~

As January approaches, the weather has turned cold, with strong winds howling outside. The wind whips up waves, crashing against the shore again and again. A fisherman’s straw hat, blown onto the shore, was swept up by the waves, spinning before being carried away by the receding tide.

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———— Small Skit ————

Shocking!!!

A certain white-haired loli was caught in the night, wearing a red dress and white tights, and then gently caressed. In the morning, she was found moping in a corner, hugging a pillow and wiping her nose. This is the footage, but due to the darkness, it’s hard to see clearly. So, who is the culprit?!

“You know me, if I did it, she’d have cat ears on her head and tail at her waist.”

Xia Mengying shook her hand, full of confidence.

“Not guilty!”

“You know me, if it were me, I’d lock her in a dark basement, bind her feet and hands, light candles, and make her beg for mercy.”

Zi Yun traced her fingers along her face, smiling sickly.

“N-not guilty.”

“I’d be direct and honest, no clothes, no baths, just straight to the point.”

Gu Qingyue pushed her black-framed glasses up her nose efficiently.

“True to your style, not guilty.”

“I’d put her to sleep, hehe…”

Lin Xiaoxue blushed and smiled shyly.

“Your endurance… has it improved again, not guilty.”

“Hmph, although the style is similar to mine, if it were me, I wouldn’t write her expressions and reactions in the latest chapter of a light novel and then draw them to post!”

Shen Wei raised her chin haughtily.

“That’s not something to share with the readers, not guilty.”

“I’m like you, someone who loves pretty clothes, but if it were me… maybe I’d be the one underneath too…”

Ye Yaran answered in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

“Such an honest child, not guilty.”

“Looks like this will remain an unsolved mystery~”

This is the famous painting—【Lan Mengyao in Interrogation】

But there are only six people in it! Where’s Lan Mengyao?

Lan Mengyao is in interrogation.