Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 535 - 420 Mystical

Chapter 535: Chapter 420 Mystical

As Hu Yan had mentioned, she had not sprayed any perfume; she merely washed her hair that afternoon, and when Cheng Zhu was about to arrive in Shanghai, she took a bath in the restroom, washing herself squeaky clean.

Hu Yan herself didn’t have the habit of wearing perfume, and didn’t have much at home.

Unlike some girls who have a pile of perfumes at home and, just like lipstick, they seldom use them all up.

Given the illustrator’s unique personality and physical constitution, she didn’t even like crowded places, preferring to stay at home alone. It made even less sense to wear perfume.

Of course, Cheng Zhu’s question was purely intentional.

He could certainly tell the difference between perfume and body wash, shampoo.

He wouldn’t, like naive young boys, smell a whiff of perfume and think it was the girl’s unique body scent.

The bastard was merely seeing that she was somewhat uneasy after not having met him offline for a long time, so he teased her deliberately, trying to bridge the gap and retrieve that past zero-distance intimacy.

The naive illustrator sniffed her hair and then bent forward to smell her own scent.

"Maybe it’s the scent of the body lotion," she answered truthfully.

After her bath, she had indeed applied body lotion to moisturize her skin and ensure it’s smoother and more delicate.

"Oh, got it, it’s the body lotion," Cheng Zhu said with a smile, after piercing a piece of fruit from the fruit platter with his fork.

Facing his gaze, Hu Yan couldn’t help but lower her head, her cheeks faintly blushing as her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

The reason was simple, she’s been persistent in her artwork, and among the recent pieces she’d sent over, there was a series similar to "Oil Massage" but featuring body lotion.

The inspiration came as she was applying body lotion to herself, and she then immediately turned it into art.

Though it was unspoken, as she met Cheng Zhu’s gaze, she guessed he was thinking of those comics.

"After all, the boss’s comment on those comics was: ’Best of the Month,’" Hu Yan thought to herself.

Her current emotions were actually quite subtle.

Because they always flirted online, the ambiance would become ambiguously romantic whenever real-life events linked with their online interactions.

Both adults, and having been through a serious squall before, a mere exchange of glances was enough to convey understanding.

The night was long, but Cheng Zhu was in no rush.

On the contrary, considering Hu Yan’s natural charismatic physique and her "dirty soul," it was obvious who would be more eager.

That’s how men are; if the woman is more eager, then they feel less urgency.

That’s precisely why the classic scene "Beg me" was born.

Cheng Zhu munched on fruit while chatting idly with Hu Yan, then every now and then, he teased her a bit, playing with her and exchanging glances,communicating with his eyes.

As her patron Daddy, naturally, he also talked about her artwork, even commenting that her recent work wasn’t good and that, just like the last time he came to Shanghai, he had printed them all out and brought them in his bag to discuss with her later.

Undoubtedly, this would bring back memories for Hu Yan; she would remember those dozens of scattered paintings on the bed and herself lying in the very center.

At this moment, Hu Yan sat beside him, her chubby thighs tightly closed together at first but, due to sitting down, the tight jeans created noticeable creases at her crotch, forming a sharp Y shape with the seam of her legs.

Gradually, she began to cross her legs unconsciously, locking her legs together, emphasizing a "clamp."

On her crossed right leg, the slipper was half hanging off the toe, and the chubby foot would occasionally bounce up and down, the side view revealing her alternating stiffness and relaxation.

Cheng Zhu had brought to Shanghai a small suitcase and a handbag.

The suitcase contained changes of clothes and everyday items like an electric toothbrush and facial cleanser. The handbag held gifts for Hu Yan, a sample of "Persistent Visit," and the printed artworks.

"By the way, I brought you two little gifts," Cheng Zhu said.

He picked up his handbag, opened it in front of Hu Yan, and started rummaging through it.

Hu Yan took one look and her cheeks turned even redder.

Her raised right foot bounced slightly upward, as if an electric current shot through her body.

The handbag was filled with all sorts of toys that could fill her entire bedside cabinet.

Before expanding "Persistent Visit," Cheng Zhu had mentioned it to her, even suggesting she become the chief product tester, providing him with some reference opinions and user feedback.

The overweight illustrator knew very well that her patron Daddy was a man of action.

She just didn’t expect his efficiency to be so high...

And she had even less anticipated that the new products, as soon as launched online, sold out in a flash.

Like those exquisite and high-end headphones, she actually fancied them, too.

However, what the bastard Cheng Zhu was rummaging for now was certainly not the toys.

Toys were for show, for stoking the atmosphere at the moment, not for rushing to use.

He quickly pulled a small black sheepskin glasses case from the bag, with a Chanel logo on it, looking quite classy.

Inside was a pair of Chanel’s new black-framed glasses he had chosen.

In the realm of women’s black-framed glasses, Chanel sells quite well.

In men’s eyewear, Cheng Zhu personally preferred Montblanc.

On his previous trip to Shanghai, he was slightly critical of Hu Yan’s big black-framed glasses.

Her high degree of myopia made the lenses incredibly thick.

Back then, they casually talked about going shopping together, to buy her a new pair of glasses with better, ultra-thin lenses.

But they hadn’t found the time!

This was like many "innocent" couples planning a perfect vacation before their first trip together, only to end up spending days and nights in the hotel instead of following their itinerary.

But this was something that Cheng Zhu had always remembered.

When a promise, not unkept due to your fault, but because of circumstances on both sides, stays on your mind, and you silently fulfill it the next time, it does pack a punch.

Hu Yan looked at the glasses case surprisingly, and at the black-framed glasses Cheng Zhu took out from it, stirring up many novel emotions she had never felt before.

In her mind, the talk about glasses had been casual, and she hadn’t really cared about such trifles.

But he had kept it in his heart.

For a moment, the slightly overweight, voluptuous illustrator felt overwhelmingly full.

After all, she was a homebody who had never been in love.

"Try them on?" Cheng Zhu offered.

Hu Yan nodded, first removing her thick black-framed glasses.

Her prescription was indeed quite high, so when she took off her glasses, her vision immediately became extremely blurry, giving her eyes a misty look.

But surprisingly, that slightly blurred gaze was rather appealing.

Many people with severe myopia are greatly dependent on their glasses; without them, not only does vision diminish, but their other senses seem to dull as if even their ears stop working as well — it’s quite funny.

Now, wearing the black frames Cheng Zhu had brought, her gaze didn’t change since the lenses had no prescription, and they even sported a Chanel logo on them.

Cheng Zhu took a look and chuckled, "I think they look pretty good on you, much nicer than your current pair, really suits you."

Hu Yan tentatively touched the frame of the glasses, not knowing how she looked in them.

"Go look in the mirror, and see if you like them," Cheng Zhu said.

Hu Yan nodded, put her original glasses back on, and went to the restroom.

Cheng Zhu followed her into the bedroom’s restroom.

The restroom of this apartment was quite spacious because Cheng Zhu himself disliked those cramped and narrow restrooms, where the toilet, shower, and washbasin were squeezed together.

And he preferred the aesthetics of a long, narrow washbasin.

Hu Yan stood in front of the spacious basin counter, leaning forward so her cheeks could get close to the mirror, and that was the only way she could see more clearly.

This allowed Cheng Zhu, standing behind her, to see the curve of her waist and the plump buttocks tightly wrapped in the jeans.

"Boss, they look nice; I really like them."

When someone gives you a gift, you must respond, which is basic courtesy.

Hu Yan was a girl who valued manners.

Yet, Cheng Zhu was far from polite.

Very, very impolite!

"Smack—"

The sound echoed in the restroom.

It wasn’t crisp due to the jeans, giving it a somewhat muffled quality.

The spank didn’t cause her buttocks to jiggle.

Because the jeans were so tightly fitted, it led to a taut effect.

There’s no helping it; for someone her size, if the waist and leg fit just right, then the buttock area would definitely be tight.

Luckily, denim usually has a slight stretch to it, though it can get snagged and be a hassle to wear and take off.

The slapped Hu Yan turned her head abruptly to look at Cheng Zhu, her posture still with hands propped on the countertop, upper body leaning forward, and her bottom sticking out.

In her eyes, surprise and shyness were mixed.

Given her severe myopia, she couldn’t see clearly, so her eyes still held that bewitching haziness.

As is well known, men are creatures prone to touchiness.

Damn, with such a big ass, can you resist not slapping it?

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