Master Mo, Your Wife's Multiple Identities Are Online Again Chapter 326 The Achilles’ Heel of Rising to Heaven on the Spot

326 The Achilles’ Heel of Rising to Heaven on the Spot

Mo Ting shook his head helplessly. He walked to the table beside him, picked up a bowl, and handed it to her.

“Fermented glutinous rice ice powder!” Su Yuan’s eyes lit up as she nimbly took the bowl from Mo Ting’s hands and placed a spoonful into her mouth. The ice powder, Taro balls, fermented rice, and smoothie exploded in his mouth. Don’t mention how delicious it was.

Su Yuan said, “It’s delicious! He felt that his life had been fulfilled. Eh? This taste seems to be the signature dessert of the hot pot restaurant we’ve eaten before.”

“Oh, really? Looks like I’ll have to raise the salary of the chef.” As he spoke, Chen Yi glanced at the takeaway bags hidden under the coffee table.

After watching Su Yuan finish her bowl of ice powder, Mo Ting walked over to the bedside table and picked up a small glass bottle.

“What is this?” Su Yuan asked curiously.

Mo Ting walked over to her side and kneeled down in front of her, “Girl, take off your socks. Let me see your feet.”

Hearing this, Su Yuan’s feet, which were still in slippers, shrank back a little. Oh no, did Mo Ting take the wrong medicine today? Why was he so gentle to her?

“No need, teacher Chen, my foot is fine, really, I…ah!” Su Yuan struggled a little in an attempt to escape, but Mo Ting grabbed onto one of her legs and pressed her down onto the bed.

“Teacher Chen, what are you doing?” Su Yuan’s nerves tensed up. Did Mo Ting get triggered? Could it be that he wanted to be with her in this room…

Mo Ting didn’t feel like his actions had exceeded the normal social interaction between a teacher and a student. He continued to press on, “If you’re injured, you need to be treated. What do you think? Su Yuan?”

At this moment, the man had taken off his suit, ripped off his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt, revealing his full and prominent Adam’s apple. He looked at her with a sharp gaze, and his body exuded a dangerous aura.

Su Yuan placed both her hands on the man’s chest, trying to stop him from getting any closer. She forced herself to keep her voice steady. “Teacher Chen, please don’t be like this. I’m scared.”

“Afraid? Why weren’t you afraid last night?” Mo Ting laughed.

Su Yuan was speechless. Damn it, this vengeful man!

Su Yuan’s expression turned cold. “It’s a lie that Ms. Chen asked me to treat my wound. Are you trying to sleep with me?”

Mo Ting was stunned for a moment before his temples began to throb in anger. He shouldn’t have been soft-hearted, f*ck!

“Sit tight and don’t move!” The man left her. With one hand, he grabbed Su Yuan’s ankle. His actions looked rough, but they were actually very gentle and careful. He took off Su Yuan’s white socks.

Su Yuan sat up and looked down at Mo Ting, who was half-kneeling in front of her as he prepared to help her apply medicine. She then said in a mischievous tone, “Teacher Chen, don’t tell me you really like me?”

Mo Ting lowered his head as he twisted the cap of a bottle of medicinal oil. A strong medicinal smell filled the air. He ignored Su Yuan and poured some medicated oil on his hands. He rubbed his hands together and placed them on her right ankle, then started to massage it gently.

Su Yuan didn’t mind. She put one leg on the side of the bed and said, “Look, if you don’t like me, why are you helping me massage my feet? Besides, I haven’t washed my feet today … Hey, hey, hey, don’t scratch me. It’s ticklish!” As soon as she finished speaking, her white and tender sole was scratched hard.

Su Yuan’s body trembled. She wanted to pull her foot back, but she couldn’t.

Mo Ting grabbed onto her tightly. After a quick tug, he didn’t seem to be satisfied, so he pulled again, twice, three times…

Su Nuan was extremely tickled as she cried, screamed, and laughed. She was so close to kowtowing to Mo Ting and begging for mercy.

“Do you still dare to speak nonsense?” Mo Ting asked in a stern voice.

“I won’t dare, I won’t dare to do it again!” Su Yuan cried. She really cried. The sole of her foot was her Achilles’ heel, the Achilles’ heel that would cause her to die if she was touched.

Mo Ting finally stopped after hearing the answer he wanted to hear.

Su Yuan felt like she had just crawled out from the gates of hell and was about to collapse. She struggled a little, but Mo Ting still did not let go of her foot.

“Don’t move. I’m not done yet.” Mo Ting replied.

Su Yuan was like a dead fish on the chopping board; she didn’t move at all and allowed Mo Ting to take advantage of her.

After the man was done with one foot, he went to massage the other.

“This one isn’t injured.” Su Yuan’s body was filled with rejection, and she quickly hid the foot under her butt.

“You should rub it even if you’re not injured. You’ve been practicing dancing for too long, and your joints are hurt. Rubbing it is good.” Mo Ting refused to back down.

“But I didn’t wash my feet,” Su Yuan replied.

“I don’t mind.”

Su Yuan was silent. Damn it, she couldn’t find a reason.

Seeing that she didn’t say a word, Mo Ting’s face immediately turned serious, “What, you don’t believe me?”

Su Yuan was scared of him, afraid that he would do something out of line. She quickly said, “I believe! I believe you. I’ll do it myself, okay? I’ll do it myself.”