Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 487 - 349.

Chapter 487: 349.

Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but laugh.

An uncanny sense of synchronicity excites people from deep within their bones.

Obviously, none of his previous efforts had been wasted.

Guan Yongyi caught the rope he tossed, clearly feeling the strength with which the man was pulling her closer.

She understood that some things didn’t require colorful words—just facts that existed objectively.

Like desire.

Facts are cold, but their bodies were burning hot.

So she was just as eager for everything about to happen, and had prepared herself thoroughly.

Their connection of wills was already perfect—their spirits resonating at a frequency teetering on the edge of eruption.

Returning to the hotel felt like that crucial turning point.

But even if they couldn’t spend the night, it didn’t matter.

Because he and she had all the time in the world.

...

"You could tell even that?"

The two returned to the White Swan Hotel.

Two figures, one tall and one petite, stood in front of the mirror. Lu Jincheng bent his knees a little, chin resting on the collarbone of the short-haired girl, smiling as he talked to her about her freshly trimmed hairstyle.

It did look good.

After hearing Lu Jincheng was coming to Yangcheng, Guan Yongyi had gone out of her way to find a salon and carefully style her cropped hair.

The stylist had her short hair angled and layered just right, the ends cut for a chic sense of texture.

The bangs in front swept to the side of her cheekbones, framing her delicate features perfectly.

"I’m always staring at your pictures. Of course I’d notice the difference."

"One day apart feels like three years."

"I miss you so damn much."

The man wrapped his arms around Guan Yongyi’s waist, naturally guiding her to straighten her arms as he lifted her pale hoodie from bottom to top.

From her back up to her shoulders, separated down the center by a slender line, the dazzling white of her spine and waist dimples came into view.

"Why the change of style today?"

In front of the mirror, Lu Jincheng’s hands kept moving.

"Mm... What do you think?"

Guan Yongyi bit her lip, her voice carrying a hint of sweet, girlish coyness.

She’d dabbed on some foundation, drawn her brows with a pencil into sharp lines, and her lips, slick with a glossy balm, looked even more plump and radiant.

"Otherwise, what should I have worn out? Of course I told Mom I was going to play badminton with my classmates."

Today, Guan Guan chose a shimmering sky-blue seamless sports set as her base layer.

She’d gotten it last time she and Zhou Sinin visited Europe, snagging it from a branded shop there.

The top was a wide-strap cropped tank—cups soft and dainty, hugging her chest, with a smooth, seamless, breathable, ultra-thin finish...

The fine make and fabric meant it kept her from showing or losing shape, and wouldn’t bounce too much no matter how hard she moved.

"Besides, I planned to go around outside with you for a while—wearing heels would be too tiring."

Guan Yongyi pressed her lips together, the nape of her neck shifting slightly, her hair ends teasing back and forth across Lu Jincheng’s chest, making his heart itch.

The breathable design meant she wouldn’t get sticky and sweaty when she exercised.

The two shoulder straps were edged with piping, deliberately made to be shown off, sexily and confidently clinging to her shoulders.

Below, she wore mid-rise stretch leggings, the edges fitting her skin seamlessly, her hips’ outline faintly visible—enough to dazzle the only "audience" with her curves reflected in the mirror.

"Sounds reasonable to me."

Lu Jincheng unclasped her bindings little by little, his eyes growing brighter with every motion.

The highlight was the badminton socks on Guan Yongyi’s feet.

A pair of pure white cotton ankle socks, with a cute pale yellow butterfly embroidered on the side of one heel.

Her delicate ankle bones peeked out, making her pale feet look even more alluring.

Guan Yongyi stood before the mirror, turning side to side, her cheeks flushing dark red.

"Does it look good?"

Sexy and sophisticated, separated by just a thin line.

The whole outfit, on her, worked a kind of magic.

"Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous."

Lu Jincheng felt his throat go dry, his voice hoarse as he wrapped his arms around her waist yet again.

"Mm."

Guan Yongyi lowered her head shyly, stealing glances at her mirror reflection when she thought no one noticed.

Seeing how the man was drawn in by her sparkle, she couldn’t hide her delight.

Bathed in the hotel’s warm light, Lu Jincheng gazed at the short-haired girl before him, his heart racing faster and faster.

He pulled her away from the mirror by her waist.

Guan Guan let out a tiny hum, but didn’t resist.

The man bent down, brought her foot to his hands, and slipped off her snowy white ankle socks.

The rose-red nail polish on her toes glimmered in the slanting orange-yellow light.

No need for restraints anymore.

Lu Jincheng dropped his shoulders, inhaled, and swept her fully into his arms, leaping with her onto the nearby Simmons mattress.

Guan Yongyi squinted, clutching her lover’s head—uncertain whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Her body arched down, eyes closed, loosening a long, shivering sigh.

She flung her head back, body tripped by the edge of the bed, tumbling onto the covers, unable any longer to stop his tongue’s invasion.

The girl’s slender thighs clamped over his shoulders, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Her delighted moans echoed through the room, her bare skin bathed in the golden warmth falling from above.

The girl’s scent grew stronger and stronger—a blend of slick tenderness and a little bit of wildness.

Love filled the room, all pretense and technique discarded, their actions driven by greedy, feverish urges.

Sometimes her hands covered her face, sometimes pressed on her chest—she didn’t know where to put her hands at all.

Her muscles suddenly clenched, her legs squeezing his cheeks tight, holding for five or six seconds.

Then she propped herself up, eyes hazy, cupping my cheeks.

Kissing,

She flung her head back, body tripped by the edge of the bed, tumbling onto the covers, unable any longer to stop his tongue’s invasion.

The girl’s slender thighs clamped over his shoulders, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Her delighted moans echoed through the room, her bare skin bathed in the golden warmth falling from above.

The girl’s scent grew stronger and stronger—a blend of slick tenderness and a little bit of wildness.

Love filled the room, all pretense and technique discarded, their actions driven by greedy, feverish urges.

Sometimes her hands covered her face, sometimes pressed on her chest—she didn’t know where to put her hands at all.

Her muscles suddenly clenched, her legs squeezing his cheeks tight, holding for five or six seconds.

Then she propped herself up, eyes hazy, cupping my cheeks.

Kissing, she flung her head back, body tripped by the edge of the bed, tumbling onto the covers, unable any longer to stop his tongue’s invasion.

The girl’s slender thighs clamped over his shoulders, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Her delighted moans echoed through the room, her bare skin bathed in the golden warmth falling from above.

The girl’s scent grew stronger and stronger—a blend of slick tenderness and a little bit of wildness.