"Young Master, did you see something nice?"
Xinyao put away the bells and stood up again.
This time, she circled around to adjust the angle, making the young man lying on the ground face the other way. This way, when Yino raised his head, he could just look up and meet Xinyao's gaze.
"....."
Yino remained silent, because he neither understood the other party's attitude nor knew how to answer such an embarrassing question.
Xinyao's right foot stood between Yino's legs, while her left foot was raised to lightly step on Yino's chest, twisting and rubbing playfully.
Unlike the previous angle when his face was covered by the red skirt, this time Yino could experience the girl's scrutiny from above in first-person perspective. He could even faintly smell a sweet scent of rouge and perfume from her milky white feet--
"Young Master, what color did you see?"
She spoke again, still in a playful tone.
