Feeling the intense gaze directed at her by Jiang Yun, Consort Yu instinctively squeezed her legs together, then hid her feet under the stool, turning her gaze towards the Empress Dowager as if to avoid her.
Seeing her flustered appearance, Jiang Yun wanted to tease her even more. Coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, Jiang Yun's brain was somewhat out of control.
Everything seemed to be driven by lust, and there was an indescribable, unique thrill in flirting with Yufei in this setting.
Jiang Yun couldn't help but lower her head, and at the same time stretched out her foot, slowly sliding towards Consort Yu. Suddenly, Jiang Yun's foot was blocked by something.
Jiang Yun turned her head curiously and saw a pair of green embroidered shoes. She quickly looked away, afraid that Consort Ling would notice something amiss.
However, Jiang Yun was puzzled. Why were Consort Yu's feet in a different position than before? Why were they so close to him? Could it be that Consort Yu had also fallen in love?
On the surface, she pretended to be unwilling, but secretly she cooperated by secretly stretching out her toes so that he could tease her.
As she thought about it, Jiang Yun was overjoyed. Without further hesitation, she straightened her toes and gently stroked the side of one of her beautiful feet.
It was so soft and perfect there. A tingling current traveled from Jiang Yun's toes to every part of her body, making her groan with pleasure.
This kind of flirting in public really has the thrill of an affair, and Jiang Yun enjoys it very much.
Jiang Yun, whose mind was momentarily blank, was completely unaware that the beautiful feet she was teasing belonged to Consort Ling.
In ancient times, women had a more formal sitting posture. When eating, they would sit upright on a stool with their legs bent, toes touching the ground, and the soles of their feet tucked into the stool.
However, after a while, her legs would become sore and numb. Consort Ling would secretly stick her feet out from under the stool to relax them when no one was looking, but unexpectedly…
Jiang Yun did not look under the table. She still assumed that the beautiful feet belonged to Consort Yu and began to tease them without restraint.
At this moment, Jiang Yun slowly raised his toes to the calf of Consort Ling's beautiful foot, and then lightly lifted Consort Ling's left leg with his toes.
Because the beautiful leg was quite close to Jiang Yun at that moment, Jiang Yun only slightly turned his body, stretched out his right hand under the table, and easily touched the long, straight, and elastic calf.
As Jiang Yun stroked it, she secretly observed Consort Yu's reaction.
Seeing that Consort Yu was still chatting with the Empress Dowager with a completely normal expression, she felt a little annoyed and thought to herself, "Damn it, she's really good at pretending. I don't believe you don't have any feelings about it."
Thinking this, Jiang Yun increased the pressure of her caresses, constantly moving her hands back and forth on that smooth, beautiful leg, enjoying the pleasure brought by the rubbing.
Gradually, Jiang Yun's hands began to wander, preparing to move towards the vulva area between her legs.
"Hmph, I don't believe you won't feel anything when I touch your pussy," Jiang Yun thought retaliatoryly.
At the same time, her right hand moved upwards, but before it was fully up, Yu Fei tightly clamped her legs together, stopping Jiang Yun's attack.
"You little brat, still not letting me? I'll teach you a lesson." Jiang Yun was, after all, an eighteen-year-old boy, and still had a playful spirit. The more Consort Yu tried to stop Jiang Yun, the more it aroused Jiang Yun's competitive spirit.
Jiang Yun's hand returned to the ankle of that beautiful leg, and suddenly she gently lifted the hem of the skirt at the ankle, her right hand quickly slipping inside.
Because Consort Ling was only wearing a thin silk gauze underneath, Jiang Yun's hand caressing her legs was not much different from touching her skin directly, and was even more alluring than direct touch.
Jiang Yun's palms were filled with warmth, softness, and silkiness, a sensation that fascinated her. As she raised her hand, her fingertips gently traced Ling Fei's beautiful legs, as if she were appreciating a work of art.
Gradually, Jiang Yun felt the temperature in front of her fingertips getting warmer and warmer. She thought to herself that Consort Yu had finally succumbed to her teasing and was aroused. Jiang Yun became even bolder.
His palm pressed directly onto the knee of that beautiful leg, and then, without stopping, his entire palm pressed against the smooth, delicate, soft, and warm inside of the thigh, quickly reaching towards Consort Ling's vulva.
"Almost there, almost there." Jiang Yun's heart was in her throat, as if it were the first time she had ever touched Consort Yu's beautiful legs, filled with a sense of novelty.
Although Jiang Yun had some doubts and felt that the beautiful legs seemed too close to her, she was completely controlled by lust and forgot to distinguish them.
Consort Ling felt the hand climbing on her leg becoming increasingly audacious, but she hesitated because of the presence of others.
She dared not make a sound, but turned her head and stared sternly at Jiang Yun, hoping that Jiang Yun would restrain his actions.
Jiang Yun, who had been secretly observing Consort Yu, suddenly noticed the stern gaze directed at her by Consort Ling. Startled, Jiang Yun felt a cold sweat break out on her back and hurriedly withdrew her hand.
He sat upright, but felt somewhat dejected. Just as he was about to touch that spot, Consort Ling noticed his and Consort Yu's little interaction.
Even now, Jiang Yun still thought that he had just touched Consort Yu's beautiful legs and feet.
Seeing that Jiang Yun had stopped, Consort Ling withdrew her angry gaze, took a sip of water, and suppressed her agitated heartbeat. Although she did not like Jiang Yun's actions just now.
But she couldn't deny that Jiang Yun's teasing gave her a long-lost feeling of pleasure and comfort, and once that feeling was gone, she felt empty inside.
Just as Consort Ling was feeling conflicted and torn, her right hand, which had left, reappeared on her leg, and this time the force was even stronger than before.
Jiang Yun didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt an itchy and uncomfortable feeling in her heart. She felt that the beautiful legs of Consort Yu, which she had caressed countless times, were bringing her a completely new and fresh feeling.
Despite worrying that Consort Ling would notice Jiang Yun and Consort Yu's little actions, Jiang Yun still couldn't resist touching them.