Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 371 - 277. Body Lotion

Chapter 371: 277. Body Lotion

Yes.

How could it only be heartache?

Lu Jincheng’s sudden confession froze Guan Yongyi in place.

The girl lowered the arm that was covering her face and looked up at him, her messy short hair covering her eyes, her striking features nearly translucent in the cold wind.

Her makeup had come off her eyes, mascara dissolved by tears into streaks forming two parallel tracks.

"I... I love you too..."

She stood up and threw herself into the man’s arms, sobbing with all her might.

"Whether it’s pinky promises, hugs, or falling for you..."

"It was, it was me who came first..."

"I don’t want to fight her over you, but I really feel so wronged..."

She had already cried herself into a mess, her red eyes reminiscent of a little white rabbit that had been abandoned for years and then picked up back into its owner’s arms.

Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but sniffle, his arms tightening around her.

The wine bottle was empty, and outside the window all was silent.

Night had deepened.

...

A lover’s embrace is the best antidote.

"Do you want to drink some more?"

"No, I’m going to take a bath and remove my makeup."

After calming herself, Guan Yongyi refused to continue drinking with Lu Jincheng and blushed as she hurried into the bathroom.

She changed into a set of pajamas and turned on the Hansgrohe hot water tap by the bathtub; hot water from the solar water heater immediately gushed out.

In the milky-white bathtub, a layer of crystalline soft ripples swayed, and steam gradually filled the air, slightly fogging up the bathroom within moments.

Guan Yongyi lifted the hem of her pajamas, peeling them from her body.

She couldn’t help but stare at her reflection in the mirror.

She had planned to loosen the remaining constraints and sink into the bathtub to lie down for a while.

But as she looked, she seemed unable to part with herself, still staring at the half-naked girl in the mirror, resembling a painting.

Until the warm water enveloped her body, Guan Yongyi lay in the bathtub, the water slowly rising over her short hair and neck, as she hugged her knees and gazed at the ceiling for a long time.

...

Girls, especially beautiful ones, tend to take their time bathing.

More than an hour later, the sound of showering or splashing water had long ceased, and the bathroom was quiet.

Guan Yongyi showed no signs of coming out.

Finally, Lu Jincheng lost his patience.

Following a faint scent, he climbed out of bed and walked toward where she was, intending to check on her.

He pushed open the bathroom door—it wasn’t locked.

"Hey! What are you doing! Get out!"

Guan Yongyi’s voice came from inside, annoyed and embarrassed.

Although it was the second time they were living together, she still didn’t want to share her little secrets in the bathroom with a man.

He looked over to see the short-haired girl with her hair wrapped up, one leg on the edge of the bathtub, carefully wiping her lower and upper legs with a small hand-sized pad.

It turned out she had already finished bathing, wearing a set of brand-new black lace lingerie, applying body lotion, not yet having slipped on her nightgown.

"You drank so much, and you’re still in this pose applying body lotion?"

"What if you fall?"

The man took a few steps closer, teasing with a smile.

"You could have just called me; I would have helped you apply it."

"Hurry up and get out! Aren’t you being a little shameless?"

Yongyi glanced back and glared at him, her cherry lips slightly pursed, yet her hands didn’t stop moving.

She opened the bottles and jars beside her, scooped up the creamy white cream on her fingertips, and carefully applied it to her skin.

Skincare was always the top priority.

The prettier the girl, the more she cherished her natural beauty, the better she understood the importance of taking care of herself.

It wasn’t just Zhou Sinin who was adept at this—Yongyi was equally skilled.

Lu Jincheng clearly didn’t intend to obediently leave, shamelessly admiring the girl’s body.

Well, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before.

"That’s enough. Don’t just stand there, give it a try."

Yongyi turned around and handed him a small amber jar.

"Help me apply it on my back."

Her body leaned forward, buttocks slightly upturned, indiscriminately massaging her calves, presenting an enticing yet unripe curve.

"Happy to serve!"

Lu Jincheng gladly took it, glancing at the item in his hand.

This was a standard foreign medicinal jar commonly used abroad, but it had no factory label—only a set of numbers.

Clearly, this was not a mass-produced skincare product.

In the steamy hotel bathroom, Lu Jincheng placed his hand on the girl’s back, slowly sliding across.

The tight yet plush touch felt like blending the purest jade with the delicacy of silk, provoking amazement.

If not for that warmth radiating from within, Mr. Lu might even have the illusion that he was caressing a tranquil, waveless lake—that smooth and peaceful.

"Put it down. Let me do it."

Back, abdomen, thigh, to the final destination.

Mr. Lu took the body lotion Yongyi had given him, clapping his hands together to distribute it, and carefully applied it on her calves.

From knee to ankle, down to her pale tender toes, he felt like an archaeologist caring for precious celadon.

"Your technique... not bad~"

After completing his masterpiece, Yongyi squinted her eyes, and softly commented.

The blush on the short-haired girl’s jawline extended to her neck, she tiptoed, puckering her lips towards the man.

She was clearly pleased.

Still those same snow-white feet he had personally decorated, now coated with a lotion that wasn’t originally theirs.

Dim bathroom light cast over them, shimmering with crystal-like brightness.

"Not bad, huh? Next time remember to call me, technician no. 88 from Jiang City."

"Sure."

The short-haired girl giggled, blooming like a night orchid.

"No pajamas tonight, just carry me back."

She spread her arms, eyes slightly narrowed, lips curved into a sweet arc.

"No! I don’t want that, I want a princess carry."

"Alright, alright."

Lu Jincheng carefully extended his hand, threading it under her armpit, shifting to a princess-carry style.

Yongyi’s body passed through the man’s arms, chest, then shoulders, her slightly damp cheek rubbing against him, much like a docile kitten.

The man placed a pillow at the head of the bed, then laid Yongyi down.

InThe dead of night, all was quiet, and Yongyi leaned against the headboard, holding a huge pillow, her pajama straps somewhat messy from the body lotion application, with her sculpted U-shaped collarbone clearly visible.

The two remained silent, Yongyi staring straight at the man, her eyes brimming with anticipation, almost like an invitation.

It was her first time recognizing the existence of atmosphere.

It felt like a subtle tension growing in her heart, continuously taking root and sprouting.

"Wait a minute..."

The moment the man pounced, her senses—auditory, visual, olfactory, and tactile—turned into vibrant snowflakes. Yongyi struggled to bite onto the last thread of her senses, leaving behind a faint moan.