The Regent's Tender Darling

---underground river.

One night passed, and now the boat was traveling on another branch of the underground river. Because it was going upstream, the journey became even slower.

It was damp underneath, and Lin Jiaojiao felt that her legs were getting more and more uncomfortable. She was currently baking on the charcoal stove in the boathouse.

She sat next to Yan Sihan. On the man's lap was her rolled-up trouser leg. Because it had never been exposed to wind or sun, the skin was whiter and tenderer than the skin on her hands.

The man's eyes were lowered. Under the illumination of the candlelight in the room, his side face became softer, and his eyes were tinged with a warm light.

His big hand covered her knees, and she felt that his hand was very hot, hotter than the coals in the stove, especially since the man's other hand was still holding her foot.

That little foot was naturally beautiful, white and red, round and jade-like, as if carved from warm jade.

"Yan Sihan... let go of my foot, it's a little itchy." She was most afraid of being tickled on the sole of her foot. Although the man just held it and did nothing, it was still strange.

And... those were her feet, nothing else. Although she didn't have foot odor and had soaked her feet just now, it was really embarrassing to be stared at like this.

"Ticklish?" The man raised his eyes, with a smile as bright as the moon and the wind. When he looked at his beloved little girl, he felt like he had found a treasure.

Lin Jiaojiao nodded, and then took advantage of the man's unpreparedness to take her foot back. At first, Yan Sihan was just looking at her old injury, but something was getting more and more wrong.

"Yan Sihan, you are not allowed to pinch my feet again!" She said coquettishly, putting her feet in the warm shoes, and her face turned red.

Sometimes, it seemed like she could be folded up, and then Yan Sihan would catch her erratic feet.

The man nodded slightly and said dotingly: "Okay, no pinching."

Then he asked with concern: "Do you feel better?"

"Yes." Lin Jiaojiao lowered her head and responded, not daring to raise her head again. If Yan Sihan knew what she had just thought of, she would probably have to find a hole in the ground.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the little girl lowering her head and looking depressed, he asked and simply took her into his arms and let her sit on his knees.

Being so close, the blush on Lin Jiaojiao's face became more and more obvious. The man lifted her face and frowned: "Why is your face so red?"

After saying that, he put his face close to it. This was undoubtedly the ice cube sticking to the Flame Mountain. The feeling couldn't be more obvious.

Lin Jiaojiao quickly lied: "The stove was too hot, it made me feel dizzy."

Speaking of which, he became more and more certain.

The man did not doubt that she had it, so he picked her up and moved her away from the fire, but it became farther and farther away! Directly as far as the bed!

This time, the man went back on his promise "again" and promised not to pinch her feet, but he didn't!

In this damp underground river cave, Lin Jiaojiao felt hot for the first time.

It was estimated that an hour had passed. Lin Jiaojiao sat on the bedside, wrapped in a quilt, only revealing a pair of big eyes, staring resentfully at a certain man who was wearing clothes.

After the man finished dressing, his eyes fell on the little girl who was sitting and lying down. When their eyes met, Lin Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then hummed softly and turned her head away.

Feeling that someone was sitting next to her, she simply pulled the quilt up to cover her head.

"Jiaojiao."

The little girl who covered her head ignored him completely.

"Are you angry?" The man raised his lips and chuckled, and then his slender fingers gently pulled down the quilt. The man inside had already suppressed his blush, like a ripe... peach.