Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 220 - 170. Body and Mind_3

Chapter 220: 170. Body and Mind_3

When individuals accept a minor request, they may become more likely to accept a slightly larger request.

In psychology, this is called the "door-in-the-face effect."

This applies to Guo Minjie as well, who, as a 28-year-old elder sister, would have likely sneered if Lu Jincheng had asked her to close her eyes for a small gift directly.

Childish.

But if the steps are broken down and the door-in-the-face effect is applied again—

The result is outstanding.

Mr. Lu is incredibly adept at manipulating people’s hearts.

He turned around and looked over the body curves hidden under Guo Minjie’s pajamas.

Her spine, her shoulders, her hips...

The perfect geometric shapes formed by muscles, fat, and bones, along with the sight of the lady with her eyes shut and her long eyelashes trembling slightly, reminded Lu Jincheng—

That the fruit in front of him was ripe for the picking.

It was not spring, yet the living room faintly smelled of flower petals.

He did not reach out or fix her head in place, just leaned forward and circled from one end of Guo Minjie’s neck to the other.

Lightly pressing a kiss on her flushed lips.

"What are you doing?"

Guo Minjie immediately opened her eyes, her face blushing with a mix of shyness, embarrassment, and indignation from feeling deceived.

"It’s alright; I just couldn’t hold back, really sorry."

Lu Jincheng, without even making up an excuse, spread his hands out with a smile.

The prey had entered the harbor.

He was almost certain that Guo Minjie was aware of his ultimate goal tonight.

But knowing was one thing, being willing to openly accept it was another.

The relationship between men and women is often delicate.

One step over, and you could enter a new world.

Guo Minjie might not be fully prepared to let go, yet in her hesitation, she was drawn in by him.

"Close your eyes again, the gift is in that bag over there."

Lu Jincheng pointed to a bag that had been placed in the corner earlier, looking sincere.

He walked over, crouched down, and untied the bag, occasionally glancing back until Guo Minjie closed her eyes again.

It was time.

The first small gift in the bag was a pure black eye mask.

The man picked up the eye mask, approached her, hooked one finger on the strap, and the other hand slid through her hair, fitting it on.

"Don’t move just yet. This is a steam eye mask, meant to be used when you have trouble sleeping at night. Let’s see if it fits well."

Guo Minjie stopped struggling, kept her eyes closed, and let Lu Jincheng put the eye mask on her, as the sparse light filtered through the mask into her pupils.

Light was changing; dawn and dusk alternated under the man’s fingers.

Lu Jincheng admired his new creation, his lips curling into a smile.

It doesn’t heat up at all; what kind of steam eye mask is this?

It’s clearly legitimate QQ merchandise!

But Guo Minjie hadn’t realized it yet, as if she had forgotten the sensations she should be feeling and had turned into a quiet, pure white porcelain figure.

"Does it fit well, what do you think?"

"Mm..."

The sight was obscured, but Guo Minjie’s voice also began to sound muffled.

"Xiao Jie, can I kiss you?"

The man moved closer, staring at her as he asked.

"..."

With one of her senses hindered, Guo Minjie thought she had misheard.

Since when was Lu Jincheng so polite?

Asking for her permission?

Oh my God!

All senses and emotions were amplified on the spot.

Her heartbeat inexplicably sped up by several beats, and without verbally responding, she only held her gently curved, delicate chin higher.

Silence meant consent.

The man slowly tilted his head to find the best angle, then leaned further in.

His soft lips first brushed against hers, Lu Jincheng unusually steadied his impatient heart, initially only dabbling as if he was skimming the surface, tracing the rose-red outlines.

A tenderness he had never shown before.

Guo Minjie’s cheeks grew somewhat warmer, and through her high nose, rushed breathing sounds could faintly be heard.

Yet, she remained motionless, neither actively cooperating nor raising her arms to embrace him, as if she had set herself up as a mold for him to practice his techniques—a beautifully realistic Barbie doll.

Lu Jincheng thought for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her, one hand supporting her waist, the other cradling her head in the most standard dominant male posture.

But he still maintained his patience, still hovering outside the beautiful contours of the inverted mountain.

Hovering back and forth, gently nibbling, pulling, then releasing.

Employing all the skills he had honed before.

The counselor’s breathing grew more rapid, and her eyes opened slightly, yet darkness was all she saw.

"Huh..."

In a few minutes, she surrendered, heaving a sigh of resignation, her teeth parted, revealing the critical passage.

Now there were no more concerns to hold back.

A clear, silvery thread was quickly drawn out, elongated, then separated, leaving only their hot, searing breaths.

"Hey! You... don’t..."

Amid soft cries, Lu Jincheng simply scooped up the counselor in his arms, kicked open the bedroom door, and strode forward boldly.

What followed was practiced and almost effortless.

...

"Xiao Jie, where do you usually keep the first small gift I gave you?"

"What are you doing?"

Though the words were the same, the voice in the man’s ear was tighter, laced with sweetness.

Guo Minjie’s eye mask remained unremoved, as if by keeping herself from seeing, she could put back on her mask of unyielding fortitude.