Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 156 - 132. Under the Vault of Heaven

Chapter 156: 132. Under the Vault of Heaven

Jiangnan Garden witnessed its second visit of the evening.

"Alright, alright, won’t you take a look at the little gift I brought for you?"

The moment she entered the house, Mou Keyan clung to Lu Jincheng like a koala, her legs hanging around him, refusing to let go, her cheeks rubbing back and forth near his ear.

"What is it?"

Mr. Lu patted her softness and pointed to the little box near the coffee table. Only then did the senior sister turn her head, one foot touching down, planting firmly on the marble floor.

She quickly unboxed the gift, revealing an exquisite silk slip dress from Xidebao, retailing in the low four-figure range.

"I’ll go and try it on, okay~"

Mou Keyan began unbuttoning her shirt with one hand, the slip dress hanging on her forearm, her spirits high as she prepared to head into the other room to change.

"That’s unnecessary."

Mr. Lu encircled her waist, "Just change here."

Mou Keyan’s path was blocked by him, and naturally, her determination to go to another room faded slightly. She tilted her chin up slightly, locking eyes with him.

The man’s gaze held her, intense and unreserved with passion.

Such heat seemed like it could melt a person.

"If big brother really wants to see, it would be rude of me not to show, but don’t hold a grudge in your heart or my little heart here will hurt~"

She pursed her lips, her voice sweet and teasing, as she undid her shirt buttons to the second one.

There, in front of Lu Jincheng, she continued.

Mou Keyan was dressed in a classic high-low ensemble tonight, a plain shirt over a sexy, body-hugging slip. The hem of the shirt and shorts were almost even, making her extraordinarily long legs noticeable from a distance.

So white and straight, incredibly eye-catching.

In October, only a few bold little witches who cared more for style than for warmth dared to dress so provocatively.

"Green tea."

After being generically targeted by her several times, Mr. Lu couldn’t help but make a teasing remark.

"If big brother finds me dull and tomorrow spots someone more enchanting, it would genuinely break my heart."

"Talk like that again, and I’ll spank you."

Lu Jincheng wrapped his arms around her slender, soft waist, contentedly inhaling the light fragrance of her scent.

Washed, and delicious.

"Come and get it~"

Mou Keyan’s lips curved into a smile, and as he moved, a faint mist veiled her eyes.

She raised her arm, flinging her strength into her forearm, and the shirt formed a parabola as it landed on the couch.

When the high-low combo lost its cover, the slip dress did nothing to hide the exquisite curves of her body.

With such an invitation, Lu Jincheng wouldn’t disappoint.

"I think you’re getting a little carried away today."

He chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose.

His other hand quietly disappeared beneath the hem of the slip dress, gliding over her smooth, delicate skin.

His fingers spread open, covered it all, then made space, pinching with two fingers.

"Just... apply a bit of force."

In the enduring night, Mou Keyan’s eyelashes fluttered, and she bit her lip.

Pain was a curious nerve signal, sometimes even fooling the human brain.

This sensation of impact drilled down from the top of the head, piercing through.

First was a light taste, then all-consuming.

Fingertips grinding, tingling on the scalp.

"Little vixen."

Lu Jincheng’s lips curled, and he mumbled incoherently.

The remaining fabric soon hung from Mou Keyan’s forearm.

Before she could slip into her brand-new present, the girl was pressed against the edge of the couch.

The light illuminated the nape of her neck and revealed the risen line of her spine, clear and distinct.

"Turn off the lights, the lights haven’t been turned off yet!"

Her softly murmured request was again ignored, the room aglow with a mix of lamplight and moonlight.

In fact, the brightness was somewhat glaring, and Mr. Lu was slightly uncomfortable as well.

But he decided that, discomfort aside, it was better to have a clearer view first.

His hands had attended to her shoulders, and he raised her arms, approaching the side of her armpit.

This area, most dance students would carefully maintain it by the month.

There were only a few sparse, tiny curls, and the skin was far softer and more delicate than other areas.

As he brought his nose close, the air he breathed in was tinged with a faint body fragrance different from elsewhere.

Unlike other body scents, the more he smelled, the more he became immersed in a peculiar kind of sensuality.

"Giggle... Don’t... don’t keep staring at my armpit, it’s so ticklish."

Mou Keyan laughed softly, beginning to twist around, her pale upper body rubbing back and forth around him.

He felt a fire that threatened to spray out from every orifice.

He moved away from the armpit, looking downwards.

Mou Keyan’s body was maintained through regular exercise; she appeared slender when clothed, but was voluptuous when undressed, to the point where his lips could faintly feel each rib.

Passing the dimpled waist hollow, he finally reached the round and perky backs of her thighs.

Absence increases fondness as if newly wedded.

He gently bit the protrusion at the tailbone, deliberately sweeping his lips across the curve there.

"Hey! No... Don’t go any lower!"

Mou Keyan’s words were teasing on the surface, but she was still quite the novice.

Facing Mr. Lu, an experienced player, she couldn’t help feeling timid at heart, pushing back at him with her hands: "Stop, can we not get all fancy..."

"Don’t shout."

Mr. Lu raised an eyebrow, softly responding.

"Can you really do it like this? Is it precise enough, convenient enough?"

Mou Keyan turned her head to look at him, tossing her hair, which cascaded down on the other side.

The composition was very natural.

No sooner had she asked the question than Mr. Lu responded with direct action.

...

Tonight, Mou Keyan’s words, posture, and expressions all carried a hint of a blooming rose.

Facing the flower he had nurtured with his own hands, he could hardly wait.

He was eager to feel, to embrace, to breathe deeply.

To feel the distance between spirit and body, to experience the melting of ice and fire.

He hadn’t expected the effect to be surprisingly good.

With thighs like two full moons cushioned under his lower abdomen, each downward move allowed him to feel the resilient bloom of youth.

Even the outward movements seemed to have become a bit easier.

"Like this, is it too heavy?"

Mr. Lu balanced his rhythm and breathing.

Taking the human body as the fulcrum, he rose and fell like a seesaw, continuously.

"Mmm... it’s okay..."

Mou Keyan’s voice had become much softer, her starry eyes half-closed, her hands awkwardly placed behind her.

"Not heavy, just right."

"Still feel cold?"

He traced the tip of his finger across her shoulder blade, lightly tapping her waist hollow.

His body leaned down, and as he drew close to her ear, he asked with a smile.

Because he could feel that a certain area she had mentioned as feeling cold was anything but.

"Cold, I was cold every day when you were away."

She replied without any attempt to hide it, beads of sweat visible on her forehead.

Her slender waist was held in place, cautious not to move too much as if afraid to slip away.

"Now, do you feel warmer?"

Mr. Lu smiled, cradling her head, turning it toward him, leaning in toward her lips.

"Mmm... much warmer."

Mou Keyan arched her back, shifted her knees, and in tune with his gentle kiss, half-closed her eyes softly.

...

...

Separation seemed like a wonderful resonance, their mutual joy infecting and blending with each other, and after harmonizing, it was amplified back to each other manifold.

Softness tightened, hardness melted.

Grains of sand built into towers, which underneath the firmament, collapsed with a thunderous roar.