Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 431 - 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse_3

Chapter 431: Chapter 349: The Counselor and High Heels in the Guesthouse_3

He gave you a gift; you can’t refuse it.

He also doesn’t like it when you’re too polite to him.

After Chen Jieyu put on the shoes, Cheng Zhu still circled around her and then frowned to himself.

"What’s wrong?" the counselor asked.

She looked down and felt they actually looked quite nice when worn.

Some shoes only look good on their own, and the effect isn’t necessarily good once on the feet.

But some shoes look better when worn than they do on their own.

Chen Jieyu personally really liked these shoes, even more than all the high heels she had in her closet combined.

So she was a bit puzzled looking at Cheng Zhu’s frowning face.

"He... he couldn’t think they look bad on me, could he?" she felt a touch of nervousness inside.

In the past, Chen Jieyu was quite confident about wearing things of this style.

But how could Cheng Zhu possibly think they looked bad?

Precisely speaking, how good did they look?

Good enough that if she posted a photo of herself wearing these high heels online, there’d be a bunch of perverts commenting below: "Sister, step on me!"

Women with an urban, mature charm like hers truly kill it in high heels!

He replied, "I think the pants you’re wearing today don’t match these shoes, making it hard to see the effect."

The dog of a man began to lay his groundwork.

"Hm?" Chen Jieyu was slightly startled.

"What about the dress from the gift box numbered 25? Do you want to try it on?"

To be precise, it was a form-fitting dress.

Chen Jieyu heard him, remained silent, and simply looked at him.

This might as well be described as "An open secret."

She was no longer the fresh counselor of her first visit to the lodge; she had already had many deep interactions with Cheng Zhu.

With Ms. Chen’s understanding of this man, once she changed into it, that which would follow would not be so simple.

Cheng Zhu, seeing her scrutinizing look, didn’t feel at all embarrassed, just smiled and held her gaze.

"You don’t want to try it on for me?" he asked, "Shouldn’t you at least try the dress to see if it fits?"

"But didn’t you say that it was a gift for the 25-year-old Chen Jieyu?"

"So? Does that mean 27-year-old Chen Jieyu has lost her figure and can’t wear it?"

Their gazes met across the room, and Cheng Zhu saw Jieyu’s eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses were still a bit red, clearly having shed many tiny pearls when she first entered the room.

"I don’t think you’re just trying to get me to try on the dress and shoes," Chen Jieyu said with a serious face, unusually snubbing Cheng Zhu today.

But after speaking, she still picked up the dress and walked into the bathroom.

In front of the mirror in the bedroom’s bathroom, Chen Jieyu, holding the dress, fell into brief silence, wrestling with indecision.

Eventually, after half a minute, Cheng Zhu, sitting on the sofa, heard a very seductive sound—the noise of a shower running.

Yes, she had chosen to take a shower before changing into the dress.

—Bathing and changing clothes.

This was a clear understanding between adults!

The sound of the shower was like the fuse of a fire lit, ready to detonate the atmosphere in the room at any moment.

At this moment, you sit on the sofa, listening, waiting; this process is peculiar and compelling.

Every second intensified the amorous atmosphere in the room.

The sound of the water stopped.

After a while, Chen Jieyu, having changed into the form-fitting dress, came out wearing slippers, leaving her shoes behind in the bathroom.

"Shall we go to the full-length mirror in the living room to take a look?" Cheng Zhu suggested.

They approached the full-length mirror on the wall of the living room, and Chen Jieyu began to change into her shoes.

These high heels were usually bought a bit tight to ensure they were snug enough to stay on the feet properly.

Otherwise, with the heels already being high and the shoes not fitting properly, it would be even harder to walk.

The leather of the shoes was high quality, so after wearing them a few days, they wouldn’t feel as tight.

But that meant she now couldn’t just stand there and slip her feet into them with ease.

She needed to use both hands and feet.

The moment she squatted to put on her shoes, the enchanting sight once again appeared before Cheng Zhu.

The counselor, with her surprising hip-to-waist ratio, saw her assets notably accentuated by the body-hugging dress.

As she squatted down, the hem of the dress stretched over her rounded and full thighs.

This curvature at the hem was at a critical juncture.

You couldn’t see the captivating landscape.

But the darkness behind that gap was even more bewitching.

Not to mention the appealing view from behind.

Since Chen Jieyu was changing her shoes in front of the mirror.

So, Cheng Zhu had a clear view of everything that unfolded before him, as well as her silhouette from behind.

At this moment, he felt a bit grateful to the saleslady at the CL counter who repeatedly insisted on selecting a tight size to ensure the best fit.

This way, no matter what they did later, the shoes would not easily fall off, would they?

After she put on her high heels, Chen Jieyu stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"Indeed, he picked out the dress and shoes as a set, all arranged for me," she thought to herself.

Cheng Zhu then said at the moment, "Right? You can only see the effect this way. My taste isn’t bad, right?"

Chen Jieyu turned to look at him, curious, "Why did you think to put high heels in box number 27?"

She had been pondering the reason behind Cheng Zhu’s choice of gifts while unwrapping each box.

"Because I’ve known you since your 26th birthday, and for me, it’s more convenient when you wear high heels," he said.

"Convenient for what?" Chen Jieyu didn’t expect this response.

But the next moment, she knew the answer.

Because in her high heels, Cheng Zhu only had to tilt his head slightly to kiss her lips.

As their lips met, Cheng Zhu deliberately didn’t embrace her waist.

Feeling his advance, with no support and wearing high heels, she couldn’t help but retreat.

"Click—" That was the first step, the sound of high heels crisp against the living room floor.

"Click—" Another step, her upper body leaning slightly backward.

"Click—" One more step, her right heel striking the wall while her left foot remained forward.

The half-step difference between her heeled feet emphasized the contour of the left leg under the fitted dress.

Chen Jieyu’s back pressed against the wall, her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses now closed, actively responding to Cheng Zhu’s advancement.

His hand finally rested on her feverish waist.

Their lips parted, their cheeks close, they simply looked at each other.

His mouth was tightly closed, his Adam’s apple rolling.

She breathed softly, mouth slightly open.

—Their gazes seemed to draw threads through the air.

With her startled cry, Cheng Zhu scooped her up in his arms.

One arm supported her armpit, the other under her legs.

Instinctively, Chen Jieyu wrapped her arms around his neck.

Under the dress, her long legs were bent over his arms.

Her calves dangled in the air, swaying slightly with each step he took.

And what swayed along with her swinging legs were those red-soled nude high heels dangling in mid-air.

Once in the bedroom, Chen Jieyu felt the same as before: he was like a thief breaking into the window!

But what could you do?

—Heels to the sky, magic boundless.

The shoes added to her traits: mature charm, a hint of allure.

The shoes indeed fitted well and wouldn’t fall off no matter how she moved. Having cried already, a counselor with a few strands of hair on her forehead, the sense of being broken was intensified.

Her little seriousness and restraint would dissipate in an instant.

Cheng Zhu pulled away.

He wanted her to play the role of that female bodhisattva again.

She felt helpless but complied.

The straps of the body-fitting dress had rested on her shoulders, but now they hung at her elbows.

Chen Jieyu’s emotions were manipulated all day by Cheng Zhu.

Her thoughts were pure; she was intoxicated with this special night.

In fact, even if Cheng Zhu hadn’t prepared anything, even if he didn’t know it was her birthday, just being with her would have been enough for her.

She just wanted to spend a complete night with him, nothing more.

A pure heart could be described by a line of poetry—"A piece of pure heart in a jade pot."

Only...

Chen Jieyu: A piece of pure heart in a jade pot.

Cheng Zhu: In a jade pot.

After a good while, in an unprecedented move, Chen Jieyu lifted her hands, once ice-cold now burning hot, and clasped his neck, then gently pulled down, bringing his face close to her lips, and in a sweet, trembling voice with a hint of huskiness, she called out intermittently and haphazardly: "Cheng Zhu... Cheng Zhu..."

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