Gold hairpin flowers adorn her cloud-like hair.
Leaning on his underclassman’s waist which moved smoothly as if there was no wind, Lu Jincheng once again deeply appreciated the precision of ancient wording.
He supported the drowsy Mou Keyan, leaving the private room and slowly moving along the corridor.
Underclassman’s starry eyes slightly narrowed, her entire body leaning on the man, not pondering whether she was heading out or walking in the wrong direction.
Even the waiters by the roadside would only give such a couple a polite smile.
As though they saw nothing, they let Lu Jincheng wrap his arms around the tall girl and enter the utterly private hotel suite through a small door.
The suite was, of course, elegantly and beautifully decorated.
The most eye-catching was the over two-meter kingsize soft bed.
Covered with CK pale blue bedding, complemented by pale blue floor-to-ceiling curtains, it didn’t quite feel like a hotel’s style, adding a touch of homely warmth.
Lu Jincheng helped the girl to the bed and carefully laid her down.
Mou Keyan breathed warmly between her lips, love spilling from her eyes like an overturned bottle, generously scattering across her brow.
She lay softly on the large bed.
Murmuring, she turned to the side, her curvaceous figure making the atmosphere cause the flush on her cheeks to seem even more enticing.
But Mr. Lu was in no hurry to respond.
He maintained his grace and propriety, as if he was merely helping the underclassman to rest in the bedroom, performing his tasks methodically.
The man turned around and closed the door.
It was a specially designed, completely soundproof door.
"I’ve prepared a little something."
Lu Jincheng lowered his head, admiring Mou Keyan’s undulating curves.
It seemed the top light was still not full enough to illuminate the underclassman’s graceful figure with crystal-clear detail.
Therefore, he slowly pulled back the curtains a little.
Outside the window was the dark night sky over the Yangtze River, with dots of starlight reflected by the river surface, spilling into the room.
This added a bit to the atmosphere.
But the lighting still seemed a bit weak.
Three barely perceptible clicks.
He then turned up the bedside lamp, the overhead light, and the corridor light.
This time it was almost right.
The warm-tone yellow and the milky white ceiling lights enveloped the room.
They illuminated the girl on the bed, who seemed to be lazily sleeping, revealing every detail of her beautiful form.
Curled hair, eyelashes, cherry lips, clothes, sneakers, white socks, fabric...
Everything was very detailed, very beautiful.
"Is it too bright..."
Mou Keyan raised her hands, her chest heaving, lightly covering her eyes.
Lu Jincheng stared at her meaningfully, his lips curving slightly.
"Tonight, I want to watch your expressions one frame at a time."
Amid Miao Miao’s startled cry, he bent down and took a pair of round objects from the drawer of the desk.
Designed for the hands.
The man flicked his wrist, toyed with the objects for a moment, and then moved closer.
He lightly pulled one of the underclassman’s arms, not only pulling her arm to the head of the bed but also flipping her from lying on her side to a supine position.
The light hit Mou Keyan’s blushingly pale cheeks, and she saw clearly what was in Lu Jincheng’s hands.
A bashful expression instantly appeared, her intoxication making her reaction half a beat slow.
It seems to be used on...
Soon, Mr. Lu revealed the answer.
He slightly lifted Mou Keyan’s sleeve and fastened one of the buttons around her pale wrist, the other button was placed at the edge of the bed frame.
The bilateral buckles were made of leather, delicately distributing the pressure.
It was primarily to protect Mou Keyan’s wrists.
Now, the underclassman perfectly displayed her long upper body curve.
With one arm fastened, she could still struggle, and make instinctive rejecting movements.
It was an angle full of creativity, naturally forming an enticing scene.
Weakness fully exhibited charm.
Mou Keyan sobered up a bit, her eyes widening slightly.
The man moved closer, unusually gentle in his tone.
"Is it just one hand?"
The underclassman looked at herself, her gaze carrying a hint of confusion.
In most people’s minds, shouldn’t this little object involve both hands?
"Don’t ask, just enjoy."
Mr. Lu smiled, offering no further explanation.
Choosing this method was for the protection of Mou Keyan’s body.
After all, a body capable of performing complex dance movements was immeasurably significant for a female broadcaster in the rising phase of her career.
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Lu Jincheng pushed along the bed frame, making it lock at the edge.
The chain suddenly tightened, and the girl’s right hand felt the force for the first time.
Actually, the body has emotions.
Mou Keyan’s hand was unconsciously pulled upwards.
But she herself remained obliviously sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed.
Until the next moment.
Her back tightened as Mr. Lu’s sudden kick directly pushed her from the edge of the bed.
Mou Keyan cried out involuntarily.
She maintained a considerable amount of exercise all year round, her weight never exceeding the standard.
But the full weight of her body was still not something a frail wrist could bear.
In just a few seconds, Mou Keyan’s body seemed to stretch out.
Shoulder blades, underarms, ribs, sides...
The skin in these areas tightened together.
Until her jade feet gently touched the ground.
She posed in front of the man like a ballet dancer, half-leaning, half-vertical, leaning against the edge of the bed.