Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 143 - 122. Let me dress up your contrast_2

Chapter 143: 122. Let me dress up your contrast_2

Lu Jincheng mouthed his question.

She shook her head.

"So let’s not play anything complicated, just a pure game of high and low."

He draped an arm over Guo Minjie’s shoulder, leaning in close on his own initiative.

Hennessy is one of the four major brands of French Brandy.

VSOP, that type of drink, doesn’t spend as long in oak barrels as XO, its alcohol taste overpowering the fruit aroma, needing ice cubes to dilute it.

But the ice cubes melt slowly, with a gradual effect,

just like the blush spreading across her face at this moment.

"Alright."

The game of high and low only involved basic arithmetic, without any real difficulty.

A noisy dance nightclub was, in fact, not suitable for teaching a newcomer overly complicated drinking games.

The simpler, the better. It was all about the vibe.

After several rounds, Guo Minjie clumsily shook the Dice Cup, lifted a corner slowly, her facial expression everchanging.

When she won a drink, her face was filled with smiles; when punished, she looked distressed.

The slowly evaporating brandy gradually magnified her true self.

And just like that, unknowingly, the bar reached its busiest moment at midnight.

The increasingly rapid and jubilant DJ beats lifted the dancers in the dance floor into irregular movements; the crowded public area shattered underfoot, the queue at the restrooms, youths’ foreheads glistening with sweat, screams, cheers, congestion, hair flinging wildly, hormones running rampant.

"Do you want to go dance?"

Seeing that more than half the bottle of brandy was gone, Guo Minjie’s once rigid posture had already melted into a puddle, her eyes and brows, too, tinged with a reddish hue.

"I can’t..."

Guo Minjie bit her lower lip, her warm breath on Lu Jincheng’s ear, stray hairs beneath her hairpin tickling his skin, both numb and itchy.

"And besides, it’s too crowded there, and there’s no space."

She added another line.

"It’s okay."

Lu Jincheng smiled, looked back into her eyes, and asked, "Don’t you feel a bit more relaxed now?"

The woman nodded in response.

"We won’t dance in the middle of the dance floor, we’ll just dance here."

He drew even closer, his arm around her shoulder was both natural and polite.

"Ah?"

Guo Minjie was still hesitant.

"I’m dressed like this, wouldn’t it be a bit odd to dance?"

She felt a bit thirsty, picked up her glass for a sip of the drink, and then raised her voice.

Compared to the young girls at the club tonight, Guo Minjie’s attire really stood out.

She neither wore the characteristic black stockings nor had she applied heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner; even her dress was a conservative long one that covered her thighs.

But none of it mattered, Mr. Lu only needed her to let go just a little bit.

Just a little.

To move in the direction of her instincts.

That was enough.

"I’ll fix you up."

"Ah?"

Lu Jincheng didn’t wait for Guo Minjie to respond or consent; he pulled her up from the booth, and with his other hand he precisely grabbed her frameless glasses.

He took them off.

"Ah! I can’t see clearly like this..."

Like a cat with its tail caught, Guo Minjie instinctively let out a yelp, trying to reach for the glasses in Mr. Lu’s hand.

The counselor, now with her glasses off, seemed to suddenly unleash something in her eyes.

Even hidden among the colorful lights, it seemed you could see the ripples in her pupils.

"Don’t move."

Mr. Lu’s hand firmly held the woman’s shoulder, his voice echoing in her ear again.

His next move was to reach behind Guo Minjie’s head and yank out the hairpin that had been securing her hair into a high bun.

Amidst the noise, countless strands were forcefully pulled loose, cascading with a wild sense of freedom.

Perhaps realizing Lu Jincheng was indeed "fixing her up," Guo Minjie stopped fidgeting and just watched him.

Now, the originally classic woman of good family was transformed by a few quick moves from Mr. Lu into someone fitting for the scene.

Her hair cascaded naturally over her cheeks, barely covering her flushed face; without her mature frameless glasses, she looked all the more delicate and enticing.

"Beautiful."

Mr. Lu leaned back, taking a careful look at his handiwork from a distance, quite satisfied.

Then he leaned down, swiftly grabbed Guo Minjie’s ankle.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The woman’s body was slow to react, allowing him to succeed in catching her, but her voice was prompt.

Lu Jincheng said nothing.

He made an incomprehensible gesture towards Guo Minjie, then proceeded to remove her apricot-yellow high heels.

One shoe came off, and her left lower leg was left bare in the air.

Her milky skin on her lower legs shone under the lights, as lustrous as a piece of jade.

Her feet, like an art piece in a gallery, had evenly proportional and elongated toes, without a single spot or blemish, clean and slender like white lotus in water.

Sitting from Lu Jincheng’s perspective, one could vaguely see the transition between her foot’s top and sole, with a clear pinkness as if it had been brushed with a light layer of red rouge.

Guo Minjie kept her composure when her glasses were taken and her hairpin was removed.

But when her feet were touched, she couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a sound of alarm.

"Don’t worry, it’s easier to dance without the shoes."

Seeing he had already achieved half his goal, Lu Jincheng finally regained some patience and moved in closer again.

Up to this point, all of his actions had authority behind them.

Seeing Guo Minjie acquiesce to his movements again, after removing a pair of high heels, he pulled her up, both barefoot, stepping onto the booth’s couch.

"Something’s missing."

Mr. Lu muttered to himself, stuffed the hairpin and glasses into her bag, then skillfully pulled out a tube-shaped object.

"Pucker your lips."

He didn’t have to speak; all he did was open the cap and pucker his own lips, and Guo Minjie reflexively mimicked him.