Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 392 - 292. Gorgeous Dream (Part 2)

Chapter 392: 292. Gorgeous Dream (Part 2)

Cherries, of course, could only be considered an appetizer.

They were not even worthy of being called the tip of a full course meal.

The temperature gradually ignited in the prolonged night.

Inside and outside, it was like two different worlds.

He was fully focused, while her starry eyes were tightly closed.

So, neither of them noticed that their phones were lighting up non-stop in the dark.

"Eh?"

"Baby, have you lost weight recently?"

The man’s other hand wasn’t idle either, it wandered over Zhou Sinin’s smooth abdomen, roaming about.

The faintly visible lines of her abs were covered by his right hand, the lines sinking into the man’s slender fingertips, distinct and clear.

"How did you know!"

Zhou Sinin giggled, her hands still covering her face, her voice tinged with delight.

"I’ve been doing yoga and Pilates, and I’ve already lost several pounds."

"That’s really great."

Lu Jincheng gave a thumbs up, his hand touring the length of the girl’s slender legs for a moment, fully appreciating the results of her regular exercise.

The palm of his other hand was pressed tightly against Zhou Sinin’s abdomen.

This... is it happening so soon?

Is it starting?

Zhou Sinin, of course, knew what the man intended to do next.

Her small hand reached down, gripping Lu Jincheng’s wrist, murmuring incomprehensibly.

"I... I, can we wait just a moment..."

She couldn’t get out the words that were supposed to follow ’I’.

But how could Mr. Lu, with the arrow already nocked, wait?

Zhou Sinin’s cooing not only lacked any power to kill in his ears.

Instead, it was like oil to the fire, amplifying a certain ambition.

Thus, Zhou Sinin’s small hand not only failed to restrain him, but was also dragged downwards.

Until fully extended.

A prolonged embrace would cause a reasonable human reaction.

Upon reaching this position, Lu Jincheng felt even more reassured.

The fishermen’s song had ended, the wood had turned to boat.

His hands, like two wedges, pinned at the girl’s waist, marking the helmsman poised to set sail.

Zhou Sinin, meanwhile, bent her waist and drew up her legs, instinctively pushing away and resisting.

But now her entire body felt as if it had been hit by a weakening palm, soft and powerless.

The symbolic struggle was no match for the man’s persistence.

Though it took some effort, Lu Jincheng still discarded the spoils to the side, liberating her entirely.

He straightened his body again, making the view before him even broader.

The man could clearly see Zhou Sinin’s hands and legs curled up against his chest.

Under the intertwined indoor lights, the pale glow pierced the dimness, and he had a clearer judgment of his lover’s figure.

Even now, curled like an infant, her abdomen showed no sign of excess fat or wrinkles.

Her long legs were impeccably proportioned, her calves slender, her thighs soft and lush, full of aesthetic beauty in the contrast of her naturally pale skin.

Upon touching them, perhaps due to having just bathed, they were as silky and smooth as satin.

The moonlight shone brilliantly, and the young girl was enchanting and alluring.

There was no need for restraint anymore.

There seemed to be no reason for restraint either.

Zhou Sinin’s blushing face and gently trembling eyelashes said it all.

She too was looking forward to this moment.

"Hold me tight."

Hearing Lu Jincheng’s meaningful words, Zhou Sinin trembled in his arms, offering no verbal response.

A few seconds later, she gently wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.

"Hubby~"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing."

Zhou Sinin pursed her lips, her voice deep as if it would melt into the wind in the next moment.

"Now, saying ’no’ is still an option."

"That’s not what I mean..."

Zhou Sinin blinked her eyes, and from this angle, all she could see in her view was Lu Jincheng’s face.

His face, well-defined with deep-set features.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his proud nose, his soft lips.

Nothing else.

For a moment, the man even doubted whether he saw fireworks blooming in the profound night sky within her eyes.

That overflowing emotion instantly solidified into a clear love.

"I just want to say..."

Zhou Sinin paused for a moment.

"I... I love you so much."

As she spoke, the girl didn’t know why her eyes began to redden.

"Me too."

After seeing him nod, her expression became somewhat incoherent.

Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled, eventually burying her face in his chest.

Close to his heart, she firmly left a kiss mark.

She wrapped her arms tightly and flipped them over.

When she looked up again, a tear just happened to fall right in the center of the fresh kiss mark.

Separated by only a thin layer of skin, blood surged below, and tears poured from above.

As if, right there, they formed the best interpretation of her love, left upon his chest.

He looked down and felt a slight sting as if slowly flowing right beneath.

In the poems of the Southern Dynasties, there are many descriptions of romantic scenes between men and women.

"When the jade is broken at the right moment, the man, out of passion, is swept off his feet, without shame or shyness, he turns and embraces his love."

That is the candid "Song of Green Jade."

"Opening the window to the autumn moonlight, extinguishing the candle, undoing the gauzy dress, smiling from behind the screen, the fragrance of orchids and daffodils fills the air."

That is the reserved "Midnight Songs for All Seasons."

Only when the melody ended and the two embraced did the surging hormones in the room start to dissipate like smoke from the barrel of a gun.

...

In the wee hours, it’s a time that brings on weariness.

Yet in room 1308, there were bursts of crisp sounds.

The girl’s body was snow-white, like a white jade Guanyin, but now she arched her back, with arms laid before the headboard, her neck pressed between her arms.

As the moonlight slanted to the west, the stream-like light, like a long sword, pierced through the skyscrapers, shooting straight into room 1308 and onto Lu Jincheng and Zhou Sinin.

At this moment, the smooth shoulder blades on the girl’s beautiful back trembled slightly, like jade butterflies flapping their wings.

Her pale, gleaming skin, even her brown hair, was spread with a glint, shining like a moon goddess.

But now this goddess was bent at the waist, joined by a different color, shattering her divine aura and bringing her down to earth.

"Huff..."

Looking at the chaotic scene and crisscrossed limbs, Lu Jincheng took a deep breath.

After being tossed about for half a day, Zhou Sinin was also hanging her head, breathing heavily.

The whole person relied on Lu Jincheng’s hands for support, barely lying across his chest, like a white fish.

Lu Jincheng had already found his place, so he didn’t further torment Zhou Sinin.

Hugging her, he laid her down on the bed to rest in peace.

A long time later, Zhou Sinin finally regained her senses, got up, and went to the bathroom for another rinse.

Lu Jincheng wanted to follow, but thinking of the cold look Zhou Sinin gave him before entering, he ultimately did not act.

Of course, this was also related to the phone that kept lighting up on the side.

After Zhou Sinin walked into the bathroom, she tiptoed up to the mirror to take a close look for a long while.

The man was cautious and treasured her throughout, gentle and considerate, providing her with an excellent experience.

Yet not a single trace had been left.

She leaned against the wall sideways, then put her right hand across and pinched hard a few times.

She actually left a few bruises on her own flawless, snow-white skin.

Instant results.