Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 300 - 225. The key to advancement

Chapter 300: 225. The key to advancement

It really was a side opening button.

Lu Jincheng was slightly surprised, meeting the short-haired girl’s smirk with his own as he reached up to fiddle with it.

Click.

Click.

The question of why he was so adept at it didn’t come up again.

Guan Yongyi was just squinting her eyes, her cherry lips half-hiding her teeth, her arms sliding down from his neck along the strong muscles of his back.

Her fantasies about love mostly ended with hugs and kisses.

Beyond that was a forbidden zone she had never entered.

Being too well-protected by her parents was also a trouble in itself.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever Lin Lifeng watched TV, she would cover Guan Yongyi’s eyes at any slightly intimate moment.

But how intimate could TV really get?

Hand-holding, hugging, and light pecks were all there was.

Guan Yongyi was also curious about what lay beyond the taboo, what the experience and thrills would be like.

She didn’t know.

During long nights, she and her best friend would talk side by side, trying to delve into topics meant to stay private.

But the best friend, though seemingly sophisticated and popular, was just as ignorant about these matters.

Until today.

Today, Guan Yongyi truly felt rebellion.

The kind her family strictly forbade, that wasn’t allowed at her age, that went far beyond the comfort zone, the rebellion between a man and woman.

In this moment, in this split second.

His palm was so hot, what was he doing...

Guan Yongyi’s pretty face blushed red as blood, her mind racing, wanting to push him away yet giving up.

He...

He actually!!!!

A strange sensation, pressing, circling, gripping.

The girl’s eyes were cast downwards, her lips firmly bitten, as she took a deep breath.

Lu Jincheng appeared to be climbing a mountain on a pilgrimage, carefully scaling it.

There’s a saying.

A mountain need not be high; it’s famous so long as there’s a deity atop.

Guan Guan was a typical Cantonese beauty, with well-proportioned limbs, a slender frame, a natural clothes hanger, a model’s figure.

A model’s figure might be pleasing to the eye, but there was also a common understanding about the other side of it.

One hand, just one hand, could easily grab it within its palm.

It could be called petite and exquisite, yet not lacking in curves.

If there was one term that fit her perfectly, it would be "like a delicate dove."

Such a figure, between an A+ and a B, matched her androgynous Hong Kong style perfectly, both stylish and beautiful.

Small, yet very cute.

"What are you laughing at!"

Guan Yongyi’s neck turned swiftly hot as she stole a glance at the man with the corner of her eye, meeting his mischievous expression.

He was doing all kinds of strange movements, but still looking at her, smiling broadly and shamelessly, revealing eight teeth, with an air of regality.

He was such a big hooligan!

"I’m laughing at how cute you are, super cute."

"Hmph."

Guan Yongyi couldn’t bear his scorching gaze, and immediately turned her head away.

The incandescent light bore straight down onto the sofa, with no one calling a halt.

The once forbidden zone was being shifted and turned over, broken through recklessly.

Today her blouse, compared to formal attire, had an additional two strands of lace trim like flower petals on the top and bottom, a delicate design easily managed with a touch of collegiate style.

The man’s other hand was not idle either, tracing along the edge of the hem towards the round button at the end.

One after another, in silence.

"You..."

By the time he reached the third button, Guan Yongyi felt a chill next to her lower abdomen, something was off.

She widened her eyes and turned her head, holding the man’s hand, finally reacting.

"No... no, this is not okay."

The girl shook her head reflexively, yet the warmth in her chest continued to whirl in varied patterns, the tone of her voice carrying a hint of intoxication, reluctance entwining.

Mr. Lu did not respond, he simply pulled her entire body closer, facing her somewhat hazy eyes, and kissed her again.

One of the secrets to advancing was to maintain a rhythm, leveraging the atmosphere.

Don’t stop.

If you stop, reason would once again take the high ground.

Clearly, Guan Yongyi’s resistance was out of instinct, as well as a sense of propriety that couldn’t be shaken due to a proper upbringing.

"Hmm..."

The girl with short hair symbolically grasped Lu Jincheng’s arm, her nasal voice resonating as she applied gentle force.

Mr. Lu could feel that her palms were soft and warm, her fingers slender and slick, with a hint of sweaty dampness.

Her fingertips started to tremble, and her heart was in chaos.

She was at a loss, her lips and teeth clumsy, as if she had reverted to that inexperienced Guan Yongyi.

All the techniques learned from various websites were forgotten in an instant.

What remained was the indispensable sense of ritual.

For instance, you must close your eyes when kissing.

The long night was drawn out, with an eerily quiet outside the window, the only sound being the faint stirring of sensual friction indoors, spreading romance and charm in the air.

Even Mian Mian lying in the corner seemed infected by something, wagging her fluffy tail, her little short legs wobbling closer, chin lifted, a pair of blue eyes staring intently.

Staring at daddy and mommy getting intimate on the sofa.

Closing her eyes meant her defenses had failed, and the buttons became undone from bottom to top, collapsing completely.

The Laperla with its side fastenings was quietly pulled off the shoulder, tossed aside like a torn cloth, and then it fell to the ground.

In this moment, no one cared about its expensive price, nor did they examine its exquisite patterns and design.

Burdensome, superfluous, discarded like a worn-out shoe.

"What are you doing... it’s too much..."

Guan Yongyi’s heart was extremely complex, she didn’t dare to let him continue, yet she was enjoying a bit of unprecedented thrill.

The shirt was about to become a shawl, the view completely unobstructed.

The girl’s collarbones were profound, her skin smooth and fair under the light, her abdomen flat and taut, her breasts small enough to fit within a grasp, barely covered by her arms.

Her tone of resistance sounded very firm.

But the rich tenderness in her eyes revealed everything.

Mr. Lu understood all too well.

The right answer now would be to keep silent, to continue the actions without any response.

To insist on one’s desires through actions, to give the girl a bit of shy respite with silence.

But he never liked to use experience to break through with the girls he cared about; it felt to him like solving a problem on a test paper, mechanically filling in the right answers.

He did not need that.

So, he chuckled softly, lowered his head, and gave Guan Yongyi a small kiss on the side of her face, his voice low.

"Baby, what’s too much about it?"

"Getting intimate with a girl I like isn’t too much at all. Don’t be so conservative like the older generation."

As he spoke, he reached out his finger, touching a familiar spot gently.

"I like this part of you, the lines are beautiful and elastic. Didn’t you like the feeling just now? No one can see us at home; you can trust me, I am a man of measure."

"Actually, it’s a great experience. Don’t be shy; don’t miss out."

"..."

Guan Yongyi bit her lower lip, her watery eyes blinking, unsure what to say for a moment.

Lu Jincheng’s words had precisely hit a certain spot in her heart.

"Older generation," "conservative" — these virtually placed her in the same camp as her family back home.

But this was not Yangcheng.

And the man before her was not her mother.

On the contrary, it was this man who had promised to help her find her true self.

So...

Should she not try this wonderful experience again?

She twisted her body, trying to convince and hypnotize herself.

"You... don’t."

This, this wasn’t the experience he had just mentioned!

He actually held down her shoulders, pulled her arms aside, lowered his head, enveloping everything below her shoulder blades.

It was a sensation she had never experienced before.