Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Déjà Vu You Can Taste!

Zhu Yourong also walked up to the mirror, and even she was stunned by her own reflection.

Is this... is this really me?

The clothing of the future is truly magnificent!

The key is that the fabric is incredibly comfortable; after putting it on, her whole body felt much lighter.

Jiang Lin rested his chin in his hand, gazing at Zhu Yourong while lost in thought.

"Hmm... something is still missing, isn't it?"

Ah! I've got it!

In a moment, Jiang Lin retrieved a pair of black lace ankle socks from his system storage and held them out to Zhu Yourong.

"Princess, these socks will go perfectly with this outfit!"

"Alright!"

Zhu Yourong reached out to take them, but Jiang Lin pulled them back.

"How about... I help you put them on?"

"Ah? No... no need, I can do it myself."

Ignoring her protest, Jiang Lin knelt down before her.

He wasn't some kind of foot fetishist; he simply thought that since Zhu Yourong might not be used to modern socks, she would need some guidance.

"I’m starting now..."

Jiang Lin offered a polite warning before taking hold of Zhu Yourong’s small feet.

Zhu Yourong’s face flushed red. In the eyes of an ancient woman, one's feet were strictly private. That she was willing to let Jiang Lin touch them showed just how much he meant to her.

A pair of petite, exquisite jade-like feet came into Jiang Lin’s view.

They were adorable, with crystal-clear, rounded, and warm-toned toes, and a delicate, fair-skinned arch that curved into an elegant, alluring line.

There was a sense that they were something to be savored...

*Cough!*

Jiang Lin was not a pervert; this was simply a heartfelt appreciation of a work of art.

"Um... let me do it myself!"

Zhu Yourong whispered, her voice trembling with a unique, captivating allure.

Ignoring her slight struggle, Jiang Lin slid one sock onto her foot, smiling as he said, "Don't worry, I don't have a cleanliness obsession, and I'm not bothered by your feet smelling!"

"Nonsense! I just washed them; it's your feet that smell!"

Zhu Yourong looked at him with feigned annoyance and thrust her other bare, snow-white foot toward him.

Thirty-six stratagems! This was the strategy of provocation!

Observing the jade foot at close range, he saw no calluses, only a pinkish glow against the pale skin, with her snowy toes curled inward.

What a beauty!

Jiang Lin suppressed his excitement and helped her put on the second sock.

"There, take a look in the mirror. Doesn't it look even better now?"

Zhu Yourong nodded and stepped before the mirror. She hadn't expected the socks to reach just to her calves, finished with delicate lace trim, but they certainly made her legs appear longer and more slender.

"How is it? Do you like this outfit?" Jiang Lin asked.

Zhu Yourong nodded, though her expression was conflicted.

"I like it, but it's a bit too revealing..."

"It's fine. You can just wear it at home from now on," Jiang Lin said with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Yourong paused, not quite grasping his meaning, and stared at him in confusion.

"I mean... from now on, you should only wear this for me to see," Jiang Lin said with a grin.

"Why should I only wear it for you?" Zhu Yourong retorted immediately.

Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow. "Fine then, forget it! Take it off later; I'll give it to my future wife to wear!"

"No!" Zhu Yourong said firmly.

Jiang Lin raised his voice. "Then do you agree or not?"

"I agree, I agree! Why are you being so fierce?"

Zhu Yourong pouted, but her heart felt as if it had been sweetened with honey, and she couldn't suppress the upturn of her lips.

Jiang Lin smiled slightly. "Alright, let's go eat. I made some porridge; it should be cool enough by now."

"Mm!" Zhu Yourong followed Jiang Lin to the dining table, sat down, and sipped the porridge from her bowl.

She then picked up a soft-boiled egg and took a small bite; the yolk dripped down the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, she quickly sucked it back in, even sticking out her dainty pink tongue to catch the remaining yolk, causing Jiang Lin’s heart to flutter.

To avoid embarrassment, he quickly turned his head and focused on his own porridge, pretending he hadn't seen a thing.

After dinner, the two watched some television in the living room before preparing for bed.

"I'm so sleepy. I'm going to go wash up, then head to bed."

With that, Jiang Lin rose from the sofa and headed toward the bathroom.

Zhu Yourong’s eyes lit up. "I need to wash up too. I haven't seen how people of the future do it!"

Saying this, she followed closely behind Jiang Lin into the bathroom.

Jiang Lin brought out a brand-new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup for her.

"Let me demonstrate first. Watch closely."

He squeezed the toothpaste onto the brush. As it opened, a refreshing scent of peppermint wafted out.

Zhu Yourong looked on in surprise. "Wow, this toothpaste smells so refreshing!"

"Oh, this is peppermint toothpaste. You use the toothbrush to clean the surface of your teeth to keep your mouth fresh."

With that, Jiang Lin put the toothbrush in his mouth and began to brush.

Watching the foam appear on Jiang Lin’s lips, Zhu Yourong thought it was truly magical. She had always rinsed her mouth with salt water before and had never brushed her teeth.

Afterward, she followed suit, squeezing toothpaste onto her brush and beginning to scrub.

When finished, she took a sip of warm water, rinsed her mouth, and spat it out.

Next, Jiang Lin took out a tube of hand cream, squeezed some into his palm, and grabbed Zhu Yourong’s small hand. Ignoring her hesitation, he began to rub it in.

Facing her slight resistance, Jiang Lin explained, "Princess, this is hand cream. It hydrates and brightens, making your skin feel even softer!"

Zhu Yourong hadn't expected such a wonderful thing to exist, so she stopped resisting, though she shyly turned her head away to avoid meeting his eyes.

After it was applied, she examined her hands; they did indeed look fairer and carried a faint, milky scent.

"Princess, this is facial cleanser for your face." Jiang Lin produced another tube and smiled at her. "Do you want me to help you apply it?"

"Ah? No... no need!"

Before Jiang Lin could even unscrew the cap, Zhu Yourong snatched it from him.

"I... I can do this part myself!"

"Alright, then I'm off to sleep. You can head back to your room to rest once you're done!"

Jiang Lin didn't press the issue, though he truly wanted to touch her small, collagen-filled cheeks—they looked so supple, and he could only imagine how soft they would feel.

Sigh... what a pity!

I'll just have to find another chance next time.

As time goes on, there will be plenty of opportunities.