Pei Wanyu smoothly reached out and hooked his neck, the collar of her cheongsam only an inch away from Lu Jin’an’s face.
Lu Jin’an immediately judged that the Master’s underwear definitely wasn’t a dudou, because only a bra could create such a sexy, gathered effect.
Moreover, it seemed the Master had used that spell again, because apart from the Master’s own rich fragrance, there was a strand of sweet scent that could quench thirst lingering at his nose.
Lu Jin’an’s eyes were burning, and as he held his Master and brought her to the door, he used her fragrant shoulder to close it. Amidst the slight sound of the door closing, Pei Wanyu spoke again, "Go see if the window is tightly shut... put me down first."
Lu Jin’an looked at her strangely, the Master was a bit talkative tonight.
But he didn’t think much of it, and after putting down the Master, he turned and walked towards the window. After a few steps, he suddenly remembered he had shut the window properly earlier, hadn’t he?
Amidst the sharp sound of high heels tapping on the floor, Lu Jin’an turned to speak, but saw Pei Wanyu already turned towards the wall, her pair of long, snow-white arms lightly propping against the wall, her waist slightly curved.
Her jet-black hair, more beautiful than silk, flowed over her shoulders and back, her silhouette under the graceful curves, her two long black silk legs charmingly close, paired with the high heels exuding a kind of undefinable allure and elegance.
Lu Jin’an’s breath hitched, his Master was such a mature stunner.
As he walked over, he slowly began to speak, "Master, are you ’provoking’ me because you think you’re very ’strong’, or because you think I can resist the temptation?"
Pei Wanyu twirled her hair at her temple, looked back at him with boundless allure, "Where do you think you can bully me?"
Her finger curled slightly against the wall, knowing that just across the wall, Xiao Yinruo would soon find out why she sneaked here.
The sound of purple high heels tapping on the ground was crisp and pleasant, as if laden with some sort of invitation.
Sensually ample thighs, slender calves like flawless white jade under a layer of faint black mist, and upon passing the stunning thighs, was the alluring waist-hip curves.
Those delicate feet with rounded ankles and slender toes, with beautiful arches, tantalizing glimpses of rosy heels as she tiptoed lightly.
The Master, in high heels, almost matched his height, and the harmonized graceful curves were slenderly fitting, captivatingly enticing.
Lu Jin’an approached Pei Wanyu, and before he could speak, he heard his Master chuckle softly, "What if you don’t tear the silk stockings?"
Lu Jin’an froze for a moment, thinking his Master was wearing pantyhose today, so if he didn’t tear them...
Amusement flickered in his eyes, "I don’t mind, but are you sure? Are you certain?"
Pei Wanyu pressed her red lips, "Tear them anyway."
Lu Jin’an laughed, and indeed tore them, then pressed forward.
Just across the wall, Xiao Yinruo, leaning her back and hips against it, tensed up. When Pei Wanyu told him to close the door earlier, it made her heart skip a beat... It wouldn’t be good if she got caught.
But now, she was entirely certain that Jin’an was under Pei Wanyu’s control.
There were all those remarks like ’The initiative is with me’, ’Close the door first, then the window’, ’Where can you bully me’...
Pei Wanyu was the master, Pei Wanyu was giving orders, Pei Wanyu was mocking!
The dialogue everywhere hinted that the teacher-student relationship had become twisted.
Especially the later topic about ’tearing the silk stockings’, is this even something to say?
Didn’t they just tear it directly last time, so why be so talkative today?
Moreover, Jin’an even said "doesn’t matter", he must be feeling hopeless...
And rightly so, this apparent ’mother-daughter’ is mentally oppressing him, and physically toying with him, Jin’an is just twenty, how could he not feel hopeless?
Xiao Yinruo’s tightly strung body flashed a hint of coldness in her eyes, after all a demon is a demon... unreasonable!
But now wasn’t the time to make a move.
In a frontal clash, she wasn’t Pei Wanyu’s match, she had to wait, wait for her to lose focus, wait for her to become disheveled, then make a move, not believing she would dare chase!
Once she chased, she’d have already taken Jin’an and left Jiuhua City!
Mulling over her plan, Xiao Yinruo suddenly felt the wall behind her tremble, followed by tender, continuous sounds reaching her ears.
Involuntarily, Xiao Yinruo’s body tightened up, the wall of the ship’s cabin was made from wood attribute Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, tight and breathable, but not particularly thick.
Pei Wanyu’s fingertips seemed to scratch lightly like a kitten, the rubbing sound carrying her voice, as if she couldn’t bear the heaviness.
It wasn’t clear how much force was used, but Xiao Yinruo clearly felt the wall behind her swaying along with Pei Wanyu’s rhythm.
Xiao Yinruo softly bit her lower lip, thinking Jin’an might be seeking revenge on Pei Wanyu in this way... after all, it’s at such moments that he could vent his resistance.
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Clearly, right now she was feeling sorry for Jin’an’s situation, yet, yet while listening, besides anger and pity, a ripple arose in an otherwise calm heart.
Just across the wall, Pei Wanyu’s voice was enchantingly melodious, scratching at her heart like cat’s claws.
A trace of confusion flickered in Xiao Yinruo’s eyes, since when had her body become so easily stirred?
Could it be that once it starts, there’s no turning back to its original state?
She pressed her red lips tightly, her legs lightly grazed beneath her skirt, but in the next second, she quickly suppressed this urge, a hint of self-reproach flashing through her eyes.