Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 108: Favored as if surprised

Chapter 108: Favored as if surprised

About the current scene, from extremely narrow to spacious, Tao Yuanming once dedicated an entire realistic masterpiece to it.

It took dozens of attempts before they could welcome openness.

Then, Mou Keyan opened her eyes.

"You’re back~"

The senior’s voice was a bit raspy.

Of course, that was normal; maintaining a supine position during sleep, the mouth and throat would be drier than usual.

"Mm-hmm."

Lu Jincheng replied with his chest voice, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

There’s a way to sleep, and there’s a way to converse upon waking.

He slid his hand under the nightgown, feeling her waistline.

The long-term athlete Mou Keyan had healthy and smooth skin, with waist curves that sloped down like valleys, the touch between his fingers holding an alluring firmness.

"Today is Guan Yongyi’s birthday, right?"

The girl did not stop his movements, speaking in a slightly foggy voice beside the pillow, her fingers brushing over the man’s chin.

"I saw she posted on Moments."

Lu Jincheng didn’t speak, just held her waist tighter to draw her body closer and lowered his head to kiss her.

Mou Keyan met his advance, half-closing her eyes, her fingertips sliding into the depths of his hair.

"Mm~"

In just five or six seconds, Mou Keyan immediately understood what it meant to converse with bodies.

Her lips parted slightly, pushing out softly, entwining with his.

Mr. Lu sucked mercilessly, she let out a soft whimper, her face eagerly pressing toward his side, almost sending her tongue tip unreservedly straight into his throat.

Her hand naturally wouldn’t remain idle; held unprotected in the man’s palm.

The curtain let in a sliver of moonlight as the disheveled senior arched her body slightly with the movements, wholeheartedly cooperating with his domination.

Adding a bit of pressure between two fingers, his movements were like the never-ending chanting of The Book of Songs from the Yellow River basin.

"Like chiseling and carving, like grinding and polishing."

Mou Keyan seemed to be enjoying it, her palm unconsciously pressing hard against him, the gasping sounds from her throat becoming more frequent.

The man’s fingers clenched tighter, the national style becoming more wanton, yet she seemed oblivious.

He boldly experimented, with a touch of ruthlessness, testing the girl’s reaction.

"Ah!!!"

Mou Keyan frowned tightly, instinctively closing her eyes, yet did not show any displeasure.

Her arms tightly wrapped around Mr. Lu’s neck, pressing her cheek against his again, as if to glean some sense of security.

It wasn’t hard to discern that she had a bit of a masochistic streak.

Those who can draw pleasure from pain often straddle the extremes of a spectrum.

They either have an indelible awareness of pain from their growth, or they haven’t deeply connected the physical sensation of pain with the terror of their minds.

Mou Keyan clearly belonged to the latter.

She had loved sports since she was young, inevitably experiencing bumps and bruises, her psychological resilience gradually softening.

In a relaxed state, it was hard for her to distinguish whether the dopamine that led to pleasure was from pain or desire.

But likewise, due to the lack of deep psychological support, if her masochism was not developed, it tended to be quite mild, with a low threshold for what it could enjoy.

Unless cultivated and irrigated over a long period, it could only serve as a minor pleasure in the bedroom.

That was enough.

Mr. Lu had put in considerable effort on her, teasing the charming broadcaster until she was breathless, writhing like a kitten beside him.

"I’m so tired, how about we stop, okay?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow works too, alright?"

Mou Keyan’s body was tense, yet her voice was muffled and slurred by the tingling sensation as she moaned in Mr. Lu’s embrace.

"Have you eaten today, and do you still want to eat tomorrow?"

Lu Jincheng rarely bothered to explain, whispering in her ear with a chuckle.

"Huh~"

She sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, her legs involuntarily curling, tensing, and straightening.

As a professional dancer, she found herself not knowing what to do with her legs.

"Can we stop, please can we stop?"

The unexpected and overwhelming assault threw Mou Keyan’s voice into unruly chaos.

All she could do was to stretch her arms up in panic, clutching the man’s neck, her waist thrusting upwards before falling heavily amidst the high-speed motions.

When a flower begins to bloom, it doesn’t need to beckon; passersby are naturally drawn to its fragrance and dazzling beauty.

An unusual fragrance filled the room— the scent of a true woman, rich in pheromones and the aroma of libido in full bloom.

Back and forth, Mou Keyan finally lost control of her body.

Her hand weakly rested on Lu Jincheng’s arm as she breathed heavily, her long, straight legs splayed out carelessly to each side. Embarrassed by her clumsy movements, she bit down on her teeth and layered her left knee over the right.

Hiss!

She almost got a cramp.

Eventually, the girl fell into a faint sleep, while Lu Jincheng hugged her tightly from behind, savoring her scent.

...

At dawn, Lu Jincheng woke up leisurely.

There weren’t many days left of the National Day holiday, and he still had a lot to do.

The task he had assigned to He Ying before the holiday had finally been met with a response.

The connections of the Student Union president coupled with the studio’s reputation proved to be quite useful.

Jiangcheng University had agreed to dine with He Ying after the holiday to chat.

On another note, once the holiday was over, school officials were to be briefed on the Golden Stone studio’s situation, which was an opportunity for him to reach for the stars.

During the initial stage of entrepreneurship, whether it was an office obtained for free or endowed entrepreneurial funds, it didn’t matter—any bit he could sponge would be beneficial.

Money wasn’t important; what was key was establishing his own network.

Of course, he could achieve financial freedom in a short time through cryptocurrency, but such sudden wealth was more like a mirage built upon a bubble.

Once someone with ulterior motives took notice, it would be difficult to secure his wealth.

A tycoon without power was like a three-year-old child holding gold and walking through the market— everyone would be tempted to snatch it away.

After sorting out his thoughts, Mr. Lu found Mou Keyan was still not awake.

It wasn’t hard to understand; as someone who had lived twice, he had indeed been blessed by the heavens.

Even his last weakness was complemented; he truly had exceptional talents.

Her body was still gradually adjusting, establishing new thresholds and habits.

It would all be fine eventually.

So he got up and prepared a simple meal for both of them.

Amidst the clashing sounds of the chopping board, kitchen knife, frying pan, and porcelain plates, he momentarily forgot about last night’s fireworks.

"Have you been awake for a while?"

Before long, the aroma spread to the bedroom.

Mou Keyan glanced toward the kitchen, where a figure was busily tending to a frying pan, looking unsure of herself.

"Yep, go freshen up and come have something to eat."

"Didn’t you say you’d do all the housework?"

After gathering herself, Mou Keyan sat opposite Lu Jincheng across the dining table, her hand propping her cheek, her face adorned with a beautiful crescent smile.

She was delightedly overwhelmed.