Chapter 480: A Special Chemical Reaction
Of course, it was just a thought.
Jiang Xinghai couldn’t possibly be so brazen as to try anything in broad daylight.
After all, this was the first time he and Qin Shuang had met.
What had just happened was merely a misunderstanding, a bit of accidental friction between them.
Since Qin Shuang hadn’t reacted, it would be completely out of line if he did.
’How could they possibly face each other again?’
And so, in a moment of unspoken agreement, neither of them reacted.
They maintained the seemingly refined posture in silence until they finally reached the conference room.
The conference room had already been fully renovated.
Aside from a sofa that had yet to be moved in, an oval conference table and a dozen or so chairs were already in place.
"Here, have a seat on the conference table and rest. I’ll treat your swollen ankle."
Jiang Xinghai slowly turned his back to the conference table and gently set Qin Shuang down on it.
Qin Shuang, who had been on edge the entire way, immediately plopped herself down without a second thought.
She was desperate to get off Jiang Xinghai’s back.
In her shy haste, she hadn’t considered that Jiang Xinghai’s hands weren’t free yet...
"Sorry, I was in too much of a hurry." Qin Shuang’s face went pale. She quickly shifted to the side and gave Jiang Xinghai an apologetic look.
"Don’t worry about it. You’re very light."
Jiang Xinghai offered a harmless-looking smile, then turned to the side and lit a cigarette, trying to diffuse the woman’s awkwardness.
Qin Shuang took the opportunity to adjust into a proper sitting position. "Thank you so much, Mr. Jiang."
"It was no trouble at all, really," Jiang Xinghai said, keeping his smile as he waved a dismissive hand.
However, as if by chance, he raised his hand to his nose and took a sniff.
’The scent of female pheromones... so strong!’
’What did that mean?’
’It meant that Qin Shuang had just had some kind of special "chemical reaction"!’
"Mr. Jiang, could you turn around? I need to take off my stockings," Qin Shuang said, lowering her head.
She was wearing pantyhose, which she’d have to remove before Jiang Xinghai could massage her swollen, injured ankle.
"Alright." Jiang Xinghai clasped his hands behind his back and turned away.
"Why are your palms so sweaty?" Qin Shuang asked, noticing his right hand was damp, glistening under the light.
"Oh, I was just a little nervous carrying you. I was afraid I might drop you," Jiang Xinghai said with a wry smile, shaking his head.
’Does she really not know, or is she pretending not to, just to tease me?’
Upon hearing his words, Qin Shuang froze. ’His palms were sweating while he was carrying me?’ she thought. ’Oh no... it couldn’t be because of me...’
Suddenly, a possibility so mortifying it made her want to crawl into a hole occurred to her. She immediately reached back and touched her rear...
In an instant, Qin Shuang’s face turned as red as an apple.
’So it was because of me all along!’
’And I actually asked him why his palm was sweaty?’
’How can I ever face anyone again...?’
Right now, Qin Shuang truly wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Are you ready?"
Jiang Xinghai asked.
"I... I was just about to start..." In fact, Qin Shuang hadn’t even begun.
It wasn’t that she didn’t dare to take them off now. She was worried that if she did, there would be a damp spot. That would be far too humiliating.
"Actually, if it’s too much trouble, I could just rip the stocking at the ankle. What do you think?" Jiang Xinghai asked tentatively, his back still to her.
Hearing this, Qin Shuang was secretly overjoyed. "Right, let’s just rip it."
’Ripping it would just mean wasting a pair of stockings.’
’That’s much better than the humiliation of taking them off!’
"Should I rip it for you, or do you want to do it?" Jiang Xinghai asked.
"I... You’d better do it." Qin Shuang slowly extended her right leg, resting her foot flat on the conference table.
Jiang Xinghai turned back around. His throat went a little dry as he looked at her long, slender legs sheathed in black nylon.
"Go ahead, Mr. Jiang," Qin Shuang prompted encouragingly.
Jiang Xinghai narrowed his eyes. "You got it."
Then, with both hands, he grabbed the nylon at her ankle—
"RRRRIP..."
The nylon tore away, revealing a delicate, swollen ankle. It was also dotted with glistening specks of moisture.
"It’s not too bad. This will only take a few minutes."
Jiang Xinghai didn’t let his gaze linger on her delicate foot. His fingers began to gently massage the area around her ankle.
The tingling, sore-yet-pleasant sensation made Qin Shuang want to lose herself in it.
As Jiang Xinghai gradually increased the pressure of his fingertips, Qin Shuang couldn’t help but let out a soft cry. "Don’t..."
"Does it hurt a lot?" Jiang Xinghai paused, his eyes filled with concern.
"No... Don’t stop!" A faint blush rose on Qin Shuang’s cheeks as she bit her lip.
At that moment, the conference room fell silent. The only sounds were their breathing and the thumping of their hearts, echoing in the air.
Jiang Xinghai began to massage her ankle again, but this time his touch was gentler, more meticulous, as if he were trying to commit every inch of her skin to memory.
A warm current surged through Qin Shuang as she felt the warmth of his hand. An expression of pure enjoyment spread across her face.