Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 144 - 122. Let me dress up your contrast_3

Chapter 144: 122. Let me dress up your contrast_3

Even after her lips were once again covered with the fiery blue rouge, Big Sister seemed to suddenly possess an extra hint of clubbing vibe, her aura fully unleashed.

"Now you look somewhat the part," Mr. Lu appraised her from head to toe, very satisfied.

"Let’s get started!"

After she was all done up, he took a step forward with one foot, the other leg following, and stationed himself on the open space atop the long couch table.

This was the highest point besides the DJ.

From his high vantage point, he blended into the crowd below.

"Come on, get up here."

Guo Minjie looked into his eyes, seemingly letting herself go, eager to try.

With a flex of her arms, she drew herself closer and stepped up onto the couch table with a half-support, half-push move.

To keep her balance, she wrapped her arms around Lu Jincheng’s shoulders, as he encircled her slender waist in his hands.

The beat thumping in her ears unknowingly grew louder.

Looking down, men and women were pressed close together, each face exuding relaxation and pleasure, lights and arms dancing in a whirl, indistinguishable.

"Move to the beat!"

"There’s nothing you can’t do, just wiggle around however!"

"Yes! Just like that, shake it!"

Lu Jincheng pressed up against her, merging with the carefree youth in the dance pit; hair flying wildly, limbs moving in unregulated dance.

As if returning to the ancestral bonfire era, men and women danced face to face to the enormous drum beats, communicating and imparting intentions through the body, through instinct.

At this moment, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if immersed in the din she had forgotten everything.

Marriage troubles, trifling matters, love or not, to do or not to do...

The dignity within the ranks, the distance of teacher-student propriety, the generational age gap...

All that shit could go to hell!

Rotating, leaping, she with bare feet, she with closed eyes.

The tumult unseen, she was intoxicated.

The joy of letting go gradually surfaced, overwhelming the deeply buried sorrows.

She danced and danced until a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, until a faint flush rose on her cheeks.

It looked like she had finally fully opened up.

Assured of this, Lu Jincheng loosened the reed he had been tightly gripping in his heart.

Letting the sparks catch fire in an instant.

One hand still cradled Guo Minjie’s body, helping her maintain her center of gravity, the other hand free and ready for anything.

Mr. Lu lowered his head, slowly approaching her cheek, lightly brushing it with his lips.

The counselor, still committed to letting herself go, kept her eyes tightly closed. Being so close to each other, the intimacy of their movements suggested she too was in a bit of a quandary.

Thus, Min Jie nervously clamped her mouth shut, pretending to be an ostrich and continued to immerse herself in the music.

The man in her heart was greatly amused.

Could it be that he had brought out her contrast?

He leisurely placed light kisses here and there on Big Sister’s cheeks, like a dragonfly skimming water.

Rubbing and brushing, he used his mouth to nudge aside her disheveled hair, and lightly nipped at her small, delicate earlobe.

Gliding along her ear, sliding up and down.

This action wasn’t just foul play; it was a blatant assault on Guo Minjie’s comfort zone.

That clear boundary was trampled underfoot, crushed into fragments over and over.

But the counselor still made no move, merely her breathing and chest became rushed, rising and falling more pronounced than before.

No one called a halt, nor was there a response.

Then he could only continue.

The damp earlobe tasted faintly salty.

But it swiftly turned into the woman’s skin’s body lotion’s fragrance, a tickling sensation as fine hairs brushed past his taste buds.

The area from behind the ear to the side of the neck is often a highly sensitive zone for many women.

He leisurely explored lower to the edge of her neckline than back up behind her ear, looping around.

Back and forth.

Guo Minjie’s fingers involuntarily clenched, her head slightly bowed, the blush on her face now almost bursting forth.

Seeing she had gone this far and still played the ostrich, Mr. Lu decided to up the ante.

Considering her status as a divorced woman, he chuckled softly to himself, slowly pushed aside the collar of her long dress, and abruptly lowered his head.

Guo Minjie felt a sudden chill on the side of her neck as if something held on tightly, tensing up.

At that sharp pain, she uttered a soft cry, no longer able to pretend, and with eyes wide open, she reached up to cover her neck.

"What are you doing? Did you bite me?"

"No, of course not. How could I bite you?"

Lu Jincheng looked innocent.

Biting? That was out of the question.

It was just leaving a hickey.

Any experienced man knows that a mark that’s been planted firmly like this first turns red, and later leaves a purple bruise. For fair-skinned women, it might not fade for ten days to half a month.

But whether others would see it during this period was another matter.

Guo Minjie seemed to realize something as well, a bit panicked as she hopped down from the table, grabbed her purse, fished out a small mirror, opened it, pulled down her collar, and took a look in the dim light.

The bright red hickey was clear, teetering at the edge of the neckline, impossible to completely cover even with hair combed forward, like a stamp deliberately shown for all to see.

Guo Minjie frowned, biting her lip, as her radiant lips were tightly squashed by her white teeth until they turned pale.

"How am I supposed to face people like this?"

She instinctively made the gesture of pushing up her glasses, only to realize there was nothing there and her expression became a bit awkward.

"Face who?"

Lu Jincheng raised his eyebrows.

"You’re already divorced; why cover up and care what others think?"

"If it’s about meeting your ex-brother-in-law, then you should go even more openly."

"Right?"