Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 447 - 364 "Illustrator"_2

Chapter 447: Chapter 364 "Illustrator"_2

"You have a mole," he said, "a teardrop mole, all on the left eye."

Cheng Zhu leaned down like this, one moment observing her face now unimpeded by those black-framed glasses, and the next glancing at the tablet, blatantly making comparisons!

They were so close that even with her severe shortsightedness, she could make out his features pretty well.

And Hu Yan even felt like she could sense the aura of Daddy, the big spender.

Die, just die like this.

She never expected to endure such torture in her own home!

Lying on the couch, with her hands raised above her head, her palms were pinned down onto the couch by his large hands. The tablet was placed beside her face, and he would alternate between looking at her with a teasing gaze and then at the tablet.

His playful eyes were causing a total overflow of embarrassment within her.

Too much, far too much.

But, embarrassingly enough, what she felt at the moment was more than just embarrassment, it included several indescribable sensations, even those that might be termed too delicate to speak aloud.

Hu Yan always admitted to herself that she was a little lewd, she always had.

This momentous experience was truly driving her insane.

As Cheng Zhu continued to mutter, the atmosphere kept escalating.

"In conclusion, it’s obvious that the male protagonist in the painting is me, and the female protagonist is you."

"Hu Xinyan, oh Hu Xinyan, why did you draw such things? What are you trying to do?" He even deliberately called out her real name, "What do you want?"

Considering the usual level of their online chat, they both knew the other was someone who often engaged in risqué conversations.

So, Hu Yan, already with her lips slightly parted, now used a soft, cooing voice that seemed to just flow from her mouth:

"Boss, please... no more double entendres, I... I..."

With those words, it was as if she had pierced through the last layer of paper separating them.

Just like that, Hu Yan lay on the couch, feeling a strange discomfort, beginning to feel a bit dehydrated.

To Cheng Zhu, in that moment, her body spelled out the word "Desire."

...

...

"Why does her tongue feel thicker than the average person’s, and softer too?" Cheng Zhu was somewhat perplexed.

Honestly, from the very beginning, when he started selling QQ lingerie, then looking online for a suitable artist, he hadn’t had any other intentions; he just wanted to make money.

The situation developing like this was beyond his expectations.

And he felt that Hu Yan herself bore the main responsibility.

She always felt that since they were internet friends who would never meet in this lifetime, and they got along so well on the path of lewdness, being so spiritually in tune, then of course they would chat away!

After too many provocative chats, their feelings began to change.

Of course, if they never met offline, all would be well.

Even if they had met offline and either of their appearances or physiques was an issue, all would still be well.

But the problem lay in there being no issues at all!

The most lethal factor was that Hu Yan’s physical threshold was just too low; her body didn’t seem to understand the meaning of endurance.

Like now, even with her lips parted, she still couldn’t breathe through her nose and had to breathe through her mouth.

Her tongue wasn’t sticking out, but the tip was just resting against her lower lip.

Subtlety personified.

Women are creatures of atmosphere, easily influenced by it.

Due to her work, Hu Yan often needed to brainstorm and imagine all sorts of wild things, but could those compare to a real atmosphere?

Just the touch of lips and tongue had already drowned her in sensation.

So, that’s what kissing felt like...

Of course, this was also because Cheng Zhu set the mood so well, pushing it higher by layers.

Now she even felt a sense of loss.

And she was unaware that her current expression and demeanor were beginning to resemble her artwork titled "Licking Daddy, The Sponsor, Isn’t Shameful."

The rain continued outside the window, occasionally accompanied by a peal of thunder.

Before coming to Shanghai, Cheng Zhu had checked the weather forecast, which had predicted no rain for the next few days.

It could only be described as some kind of mysticism at work, always raining when it came time for that.

When their mouths touched again, Cheng Zhu had already released Hu Yan’s hands.

Yet, as if petrified, she kept her hands clasped together, arms still raised over her head.

Her body felt soft, but she herself felt stiff.

Apart from her mouth and tongue, every other part of her was so rigid; petrified, unable to make any big movements, only capable of very subtle, small motions.

Like rubbing her knees together, wriggling her hips on the couch, and curling her toes...

With Cheng Zhu’s kissing skills, she was reaching a state of moderate dehydration.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" Cheng Zhu asked, looking down.

Hu Yan didn’t speak but just slightly tilted her chin up a bit more, her small actions betraying her inner desires; she still wanted to kiss, really wanted to.

This homebody illustrator was truly consistent inside and out.

No wonder her body was so hot; it was burning with passion.

Just then, footsteps and muffled conversations could be heard from outside.

In this kind of small apartment complex, each floor didn’t contain just a single apartment; the level Hu Yan rented was divided into three.

Plus, there were people living above and below, so hearing footsteps and conversations at the door was exceedingly normal.

But let’s not forget the particularity of Hu Yan.

The more people around, the more she changed!

Clearly, while her mind was duller and emptier than usual, she still registered the noises from outside.