Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 79 - 73. Xiao Xian or Puppy

Chapter 79: 73. Xiao Xian or Puppy

The summer cicadas chirped, the night shadows waned.

The master bedroom was dark, unlit.

Mou Keyan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, meeting his bare gaze, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, exhaling a scent as sweet as orchid.

She had just finished live streaming, breathing slightly more heavily than usual, the moonlight pooling on the snowy expanse of her chest, rising and falling with each breath.

"It was great."

Lu Jincheng looked at his smiling senior and added another comment.

"The last two sections where you improvised were super great."

"Do you like it?"

Mou Keyan straddled him, using her forearms to leverage her upper body forward, her rosy lips drawing close to his ear as she whispered softly.

He held the girl’s fidgeting head still, the warm breath by his ear swirling around as if it could travel straight to the tip of his heart, heating him up all over.

"What do you think? I couldn’t even keep count of the gifts in the stream, you’re going to become a top broadcaster."

But the senior frowned, pouting unhappily, extending a slender forefinger to press against the center of Lu Jincheng’s lips.

"That’s not what I want to hear!"

"I’m asking about you."

She withdrew her finger, cupping the man’s chiseled face with both hands, her sparkling eyes locked onto his.

"Do you, do you like it?"

Such a question never had another answer.

Lu Jincheng didn’t hesitate, smiling as he nodded his head.

"I like it, of course I like it."

Having said that, he flipped their roles, twisting at the waist following the momentum of his hands, laying the rebellious broadcaster flat on the bed.

It was clear, tonight’s Mou Keyan was brimming with an uncontrollable excitement with every move she made.

And of course, she can’t be blamed.

For any college student to pocket a six-figure sum in gifts overnight, suddenly earning tens of thousands a day, would also be dizzy with delight.

The sudden windfall was like a mirror, blazingly reflecting human nature.

Compared to the other girls Mr. Lu had supported, the fact that Mou Keyan didn’t start by asking about income and popularity already made her one of the smarter, more perceptive ones.

But even if she really did have her tail up in the air, it wouldn’t matter.

Mr. Lu had tuned many girls before, the rhythm, the income, he held it all firmly in his hands.

That was the premise of everything.

"In others’ eyes, you’re ’Fairy Miao,’ but to me, you’re ’my little Miao dog.’"

He looked down from above, continuing to stare into Mou Keyan’s eyes as he spoke.

"I love this contrast to death."

Too much sweet talk only dilutes its power, those too lazy to act often try to fill the other’s heart with words.

All along, Mr. Lu does more and says less.

So when he occasionally revealed his emotions, it was very effective.

Then, he saw a pair of clear, beautiful eyes bursting with an unprecedented joy in his view.

"Why... a little dog?"

Mou Keyan squinted and smiled, not yet understanding the meaning behind that word.

But that didn’t matter, she understood the second half of the sentence.

He loved it to death.

"So, should I bark for you?"

The girl lay spread-eagled in the center of the mattress, her starry eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed for a long time.

"Ha haha ha ha~"

Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but laugh, affectionately flicking the girl’s sweaty nose, finding her adorable.

"What are you laughing at now!"

The senior girl’s captivating eyes shifted, her shoulder blades tensed, her chest instinctively thrust forward, displaying the undulating contours of her figure before the man.

Under the moonlight, she was exceedingly beautiful.

The black straps almost merged with the night, her straight legs opening and closing, with the frequent movements, the skirt that barely covered her hips was already rolled up above her buttocks.

She didn’t wear any base layer under her skirt, below her waist the domain of black and white merged, all wrapped in Balenciaga silk stockings.

"No worries, I’ll tell you what it means later."

Mr. Lu reached down with one hand, making contact with the smooth, delicate thigh just below the hem of the dress, finding it somewhat obstructive.

He merged two fingers together, hooked onto the corner of the stocking, and then pulled with force.

The stocking, worth a four-figure sum, instantly revealed a snow-white burst, as nylon tore open right then and there.

Hiss!

"Ah!!!"

Mou Keyan, hearing the sound of the fabric tearing, only felt something tighten around her thigh, and then it slackened.

First it was cool, then quickly turned warm.

The man’s large hand followed the tear and plunged right in.

"How annoying~"

Mou Keyan caught a glimpse of the man’s actions from the corner of her eye, her eyes brimming with affectionate tenderness.

"Well, do you like that?"

Lu Jincheng asked with a chuckle.

This boomerang-style question was his favorite little trick for teasing girls.

Sometimes, it perfectly deflected certain life-or-death propositions.

"Mmm... I like it too."

Mou Keyan, tilting her face up, sounded as if her voice was coated with cotton candy, so sweet it couldn’t dissolve with a single bite.

"Like what?"

The man continued to inquire.

"Like your rudeness and disregard for reasoning, like your ’Golden Stone’ talent, like the seriousness and attention you give to my livestreaming."

As she spoke, a few traces of shyness flashed in the girl’s eyes, and her voice grew softer.

"And also, like you bullying me, like you spanking me..."

"Really?"

Mr. Lu responded, his hands not pausing in their actions.

The hissing sound kept coming, running down from the inner thigh all the way to the end.

Only when Mou Keyan’s small feet were freed from the confines of the stockings did Mr. Lu stop.

With her height set there, her toes slender and elongated, neatly aligned from the big toe, painted with bright red nail polish, the top of her foot was so white, even the veins were clearly visible.

The man gently pinched her arch and leaned down to kiss it.

"Ahhh! What are you doing!"

Unexpectedly, Mou Keyan’s reaction was quite intense; her face flushed as she lifted her leg, not letting him have his way.

She just danced; this is not okay!

This place hasn’t been washed!

This place is a private retreat for a dancer.

"Since you like it, then turn around."

Mr. Lu stretched his leg out, kicking the shattered Balenciaga aside, his hands on Mou Keyan’s shoulders, helping her to turn over.

Before he could give the two-letter command, Mou Keyan hung her head and naturally propped herself up on all fours, slightly arching her back, taking a classic pose.

The dream of many young men, the new star of the Douyu Dance Zone, the future top online celebrity...

No matter how many flashy and dominant titles she had, at this moment, Mou Keyan, her fair body covered with a fine sweat, had her slender arms captured together by one hand, her shoulder blades resembling a pair of butterfly wings.

Ready to take flight.

"Do you know why I call you ’little dog’?"

The final conversation served as an accompaniment, carrying a certain rhythm.

"No, uh... I don’t know."

"Do you still remember what I told you to call me while at work?"

"Call you Mr. Lu."

"From now on, at times like this, you don’t have to call me Mr. Lu."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Call me, ’Master.’"

"I... I understand."

...

Years later, Mr. Lu still remembered that summer.

The young diva Mou Keyan, in the midst of cicadas’ chirping, fiercely bit through his lips.