Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 410 - 302. Small Objects and Little Surprises_2

Chapter 410: 302. Small Objects and Little Surprises_2

Mou Keyan, having a brief moment to catch her breath, tried to let her feet touch more ground to alleviate the pressure on her wrists.

However, it was difficult.

Because her position was right on the edge of the carpet.

The floor under her feet was very slippery.

And any slight shift in angle would swallow up her only foothold.

Due to gravity, she was constantly swinging in the air, like a lost butterfly.

"How does it feel... now?"

Lu Jincheng stretched out a hand to caress Mou Keyan’s angelic cheek and continued.

"Sometimes, a change of method can make us both happier."

"Human beings have a limited capacity for these sensations; exceed that limit, and they’ll spoil, leading our paths to diverge, moving in opposite directions."

"Take your time to experience it..."

Lu Jincheng pressed the tip of his index finger on Mou Keyan’s wrist.

His fingernails had been well-trimmed by Guo Minjie the previous night.

Thus, there was no sharpness felt.

Along Mou Keyan’s arm, the man slowly dragged down with his nail.

"..."

Her senior sister squinted her eyes, and soon the anticipated light sound emerged.

Mou Keyan shivered unconsciously, straining to lift her head to regulate her breathing.

As Lu Jincheng spoke, he pressed his fingertip underneath her nearly stretched-out armpit.

"...wait..."

Clearly, her senior sister couldn’t bear it at this stage.

Her unimpeded left hand instinctively rose.

She tried to grab onto something.

Lu Jincheng stepped back, making her lose any hope of using her hands to find release and stretching her arms as far as possible.

The fingernail continued to travel downwards.

When it reached the collarbone, he slowed down even further.

The sharp subcutaneous nerves magnified the touch between fingertip and skin countless times.

And what the next action was, what kind of novel experience it would be.

This question would definitely penetrate deeply into every nerve cell of Mou Keyan.

The slower his movements, the more she craved continuation.

In the room, the suspended girl looked pitifully.

The tall man on one side appeared more like a wax statue with a heart of stone.

As if this moment was in the scorching summer of Rome.

The gladiator had chosen his female slave; they paused in front of each other.

Baring everything.

Only a single outstretched finger tightly connected him and her.

But that was enough.

Sometimes, when all our focus converges on a single point, unhesitant of where it leads.

Then the feelings it bestows can occupy an unprecedented realm.

Lights converged, the delicate young lady’s curled hair now disheveled, sprawling on the edge of the bed, her cherry lips trembling involuntarily.

Her upper garment had been completely disheveled by the ordeal.

Beneath the delicate and fair collarbone, the burgundy lace highlighted a touch of stark white, still strikingly noticeable.

This state of exposure, and the powerless wrist drooping on the side, seemed like an invitation.

It was indeed a matching set of clothes.

From the color to the style, there was a slight downward curve in the middle.

The senior sister always maintained an exquisite appearance when she left home with herself.

Mou Keyan arched her back, her cheeks flushed, pantingly looking into Lu Jincheng’s eyes.

"Can you... endure it?"

Lu Jincheng stepped forward.

He prepared to follow this pose without holding back anymore.

The time was ripe.

The moment to harvest, just before the siege, was soon approaching.

Mou Keyan nodded, taking a deep breath.

The clear spring in her eyes could no longer hold back, turning into a fine stream.

Her waist and abdomen tensed, driving her legs to swiftly lift into the air, forcefully hooking Lu Jincheng’s back.

The young girl’s left hand also shot up impulsively, encircling the man’s neck, trying to embrace him tightly.

All the sharp sensations given earlier now entwined at the tip of her heart in this instant.

A sudden downpour began to fall.

Lu Jincheng was tightly held by Mou Keyan, his hand supporting her waist.

The reins could no longer restrain.

"Master...."

The next second, two dark shadows in the night sky merged completely into one.

Except for the specks of starlight, the right hand that hung above.

She was unaware that her wrists had been marked red.

Those fingers, seemingly drawing strength from the sky above, continued until she completely lost her senses.

...

Amidst the blankness and the ringing in his ears, Lu Jincheng slowly readjusted himself, evening out his breath.

Through the window, it seemed like he could see the starlight reflections of the Yangtze River outside, barely making out the colorful and black-and-white inside the room.

He held Mou Keyan, pulled out a key expertly, and released her bonds.

The buckle on the bed frame slowly fell, the girl’s bound hand returning to rest on Lu Jincheng’s shoulder.

When her wrist fell freely, Mou Keyan woke up.

The intense physical exertion, the heavy doses of alcohol, and the extreme pleasure that came with it, she could wake up so quickly, which Mr. Lu hadn’t anticipated.

Before losing consciousness, she had tightly closed her eyes.

No longer distinguishing light and shadows, textures and sounds, time and space...

With prolonged exertion, the senior’s stamina indeed provided a long-lasting feedback, sufficiently surprising.

Mou Keyan opened her tired eyes, her cheeks flushed with fullness, her gaze filled with affection.

She nestled herself on Lu Jincheng’s shoulder, tightly embracing his neck, humming softly, tender as the first snow.

The feeling of helplessness, fear, and breakdown had just brought such intense, heart-piercing joy.

The line between joy and pain, much like a wonderfully fluctuating magic trick.

Lu Jincheng held her, walking toward the spacious mattress.

Their skin sticky, devoid of any broadcaster’s elegance.

Yet he was still joyful because he held Mou Keyan, and the girl was content being in Lu Jincheng’s arms.

Lu Jincheng leaned against the head of the bed, while she still clung tightly around the man’s neck, showing no intention of leaving his embrace.

The air was filled with a fresh intimacy, like two cats rubbing against each other.

The quiet after the chaos was miraculously delightful.

This brief moment of peace made them reluctant to speak.

They felt each other’s body heat and the strength of each other’s arms, letting time extravagantly run its course.

No one could make time stand still at this moment, as surging hormones and adrenaline gradually subsided.

When humans regained the ability to think, the miracle ended.

The curly-haired girl turned her head, rotated her stiff wrists, and stared blankly at the space where they had touched the sky.

It looked as if something had been overturned there, a complete mess.

No one attended to it.

"I... seemed to have lost control..."

Mou Keyan, cheeks blushing, murmured without daring to look at Lu Jincheng.

In that instant, she seemed like a helpless little girl.

"Do you know why?"

"I do, it was joyful..."

She seemed a bit shy, lowering her head, pressing her pretty chin forcefully on Lu Jincheng’s shoulder.

Her tone was exactly like that of a little girl.

After the game, her hand unconsciously stroked back and forth over Lu Jincheng’s nape, her expression full of longing.

She didn’t say it out loud, but every gesture ardently expressed this fact.

Words end but meaning remains.

"I have to tell you something disappointing, this joy cannot be replicated."

Lu Jincheng tidied her disheveled hair, speaking softly in Mou Keyan’s ear.

"I know... because I’m special, enjoy unique experiences, right?"

Mou Keyan blinked, whispering with a hint of pride in her tone.

"Yes."

Lu Jincheng nodded.

An experience that cannot be replicated, because it only worked for Mou Keyan.

If conversing with the body is an art, then there could never be two identical pieces of art in the world.

Those who follow can only be either superior or inferior imitations.

But in fact, from the moment Mou Keyan appeared before him, his subconscious had been sketching such a scene.

Taboos are the source of creativity; behind great sacrilege lies a tsunami of pleasure.

This method was not new to the well-traveled Mr. Lu.