I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2365 - 1499: My Sister Says Purple Is Very Tasteful

Jiang Chen gave a sheepish grin.

The other party responded with an eye roll.

Knowing his wit, Yi Yi shifted the conversation, "Your older sister heard there might be some trouble brewing in Kyoto recently. I'm not prying, just a little concerned for your safety, little brother."

Jiang Chen typed back politely, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Yi Yi. I've already returned to the East Sea."

"You've already left?"

The other person sounded surprised. "You sure are quick to run."

"Doesn't Sister Yi Yi have children to take care of?"

"There are plenty of people at home to help."

Jiang Chen's subtle hint to end the conversation didn't deter her; instead, it seemed to pique her interest further. "How about a video call? Typing is so tiresome."

Sister.

It's nighttime.

And you're at home.

Do you truly consider him a little brother?

But does your family see him the same way?

Jiang Chen felt a flutter of anxiety, anticipating a video call request at any second. While it wouldn't be a disaster, he was more worried about the potential embarrassment if a man's face appeared on screen.

Thus, he promptly typed, "It's not convenient right now."

"Why not?"

"My girlfriend is here."

Jiang Chen spoke the truth, unaware that the other party wouldn't mind at all. "That's fine, it's the perfect opportunity to meet her."

Indeed.

Only those with a guilty conscience would feel uneasy.

"She's in the shower."

"Oh, I understand."

Finally.

This older sister was considerate after all.

"Then I won't disturb you two. Don't work too hard tonight, young man, take care of your health."

Jiang Chen typed, initially intending to offer a polite reply, but as he typed, he deleted it. He tossed his phone onto the bed and continued drying his hair.

Over twenty minutes later.

The bathroom door swung open.

Li Shuru emerged, clad in a shimmering slip dress that showcased her fair, slender shoulders and exquisite collarbones. The color of the dress perfectly complemented her aura, exuding a cold yet captivating charm.

Her sister had commented that the purple color was very tasteful.

Despite coming from an ordinary background, Li Shuru possessed an innate, exceptional sense of style, a gift she clearly had.

"Help me with my legs."

Li Shuru settled herself at the edge of the bed, naturally passing the lotion to Jiang Chen before gracefully lifting her leg onto the mattress. For a couple who had been together for some time, there was no need for bashfulness.

Jiang Chen uncapped the lotion and began applying it with his hands.

Women, what unique beings they are, so distinct from men. The Creator had been incredibly detailed in their design; one couldn't even spot their pores.

"Do your feet need some too?"

While tending to her legs, Jiang Chen inquired, maintaining his role as the exemplary boyfriend at home, unconcerned with external matters.

"Yes, please."

He not only applied the lotion but also commenced a massage. In ancient times, a woman's feet were considered too delicate for any man other than her husband to touch, and for good reason.

There's even a saying that a woman's feet are her second face.

Li Shuru's feet were undeniably beautiful—clean, smooth, and unadorned by nail polish. Her translucent toes radiated an indescribable allure, making one feel an impulse to place them in their mouth and savor the sensation.

As he massaged and applied lotion, Jiang Chen found himself inexplicably chuckling.

"What's amusing?"

"If I were a professional masseuse and you came to me for a foot massage, I wouldn't charge you."

Jiang Chen stated earnestly.

"You wouldn't charge me?"

"Shouldn't you actually be paying me?"

Jiang Chen immediately adopted a righteous expression. "Li Shuru, you shouldn't be so conceited."

Then, his expression softened. Still relishing the delightful sensation of her feet, he asked with a smile, "Why don't you wear Valentino or Balenciaga anymore?"

Memories flooded back to the rented apartment near East University.

It was within that very apartment.

Donning Balenciaga and Valentino had stirred a burning desire within the previously inexperienced Jiang Chen for the very first time.

Yet, succumbing to his urges and attempting to take advantage, he discovered she was on her period.

Li Shuru clearly recalled that day as well. Without feigning shyness, she smiled too.

"Each pair of stockings costs thousands; don't you think that's a bit much?"

"Expensive? I don't think so."

Jiang Chen said this with utmost seriousness, making his current actions of rubbing her feet and legs seem entirely innocent.

"Are you fixated on stockings?"

Feeling a slight tickle, Li Shuru's foot twitched, only to be gently held back by his hand.

"No."

He quickly denied it, explaining with equal sincerity, "I just think your legs look exceptionally good when you wear them."

"Liar."

Jiang Chen appeared puzzled.

Li Shuru continued, "Sister Qianqian's legs are clearly more suited for wearing stockings than mine are."

Jiang Chen fell into a sudden silence.

Better not say anything.

It's truly better not to mention it.

Jiang Chen had indeed seen that lady in stockings before, even tearing them once during a dark and stormy night, when they were locked in a fierce confrontation.

The allure of stockings doesn't necessarily increase with leg length.