Chapter 241
At night, Ji Yu dives headfirst into the bathroom, soaking in it for half a day, her whole body smelling good, still dilly-dallying and refusing to come out.
A few days ago, Yan Qimai secretly sent her a bottle of fragrant shower gel, saying that it was a Netflix model that could mesmerize men to the point of no return, so that she could try it out and tell her if it was really that amazing.
Incidentally, also sent her a set of fabric rarely very cool erotic underwear.
Shower gel pool fishing is used, underwear is never dare to wear, too shy.
An hour and a half later, the shower room is still not moving, Ling Yuan can’t help but go up and knock on the door, “Baby, are you done washing?”
He can guess that she’s shy, but she can’t stay inside all night and not come out, right?
Ji Yu stood in front of the mirror and answered in a panic, “Just fine.”
The girl in front of the mirror had her whole body soaked in pink skin, even her fair face was haloed with a layer of pink color, those almond eyes lightly blinking with an indescribably titillating, pure and charming.
She fastened the buttons of her pajamas, bit her lower lip, and turned around to go out of the bathroom.
Ling Yuan had taken a bath in the other room long ago, and was currently sitting on the bed reading a book when he heard the footsteps and raised his eyes to look over.
The girl was wearing a set of powder blue silk pajamas, the chest line is smooth, outlined waist surplus, wet long hair draped over the shoulders, the aroma of shampoo and body lotion mixed with the body fragrance spread in the room, the house suddenly had an indescribable ambiguity in breeding.
Ling Yuan’s eyes were deep and dark, the knots in his throat rolled lightly and unconsciously, he put down his books, got out of bed and fetched a hair dryer, “Come here, I’ll blow-dry your hair.”
Ji Yu obediently sits in front of him, letting him treat her.
Ling Yuan’s fingers inserted into her hair, parting a strand of hair to facilitate blow drying.
After blow drying her hair, Ling Yuan put the hair dryer away and came back to find the girl lying on her back on the bed, reading the book he had just read, her white feet wiggling.
The book was Ji Yu’s, Human Anatomy.
Reading anatomy at this time, Ji Yu felt what charming ah, what ambiguous ah, instantly all dissipated.
Ling Yuan walks over and draws away the book from her hand, “Don’t look at it, what’s so good about this book?”
Ji Yu: “……”
Wasn’t it you who read it first?
You also hit me backwards.
Ji Yu has no waves inside, “Then what were you looking at just now? Looking at you? Might as well read an anatomy book.”
The cores are all the same, the five viscera and six bowels.
Ling Yuan was exasperated and laughed, taking out an old yellowed book from the nightstand and tapping the writing, “Come here, look at this.”
Ji Yu looked at the book with some years, thinking it was some precious book, and climbed over with gusto, “What kind of book is this? Let me take a look.”
“The Secret Play Chart? What kind of book is this? A painting book?”
Ji Yu took the book from Ling Yuan and looked at him suspiciously.
Ling Yuan lifted his jaw, “Open it and take a look.”
Ji Yu opened it.
On the first page, “In the past, the Yellow Emperor had a thousand and two hundred women and ascended to immortality. ……”
Ji Yu closed the book with a “snap” and threw it back on the nightstand as if it was burned, her face reddening to a reddish hue, “Where did this come from? It’s not proper.”
Ling Yuan pointed to Human Anatomy and Secret Play Chart, and said without changing color, “To say nudity, your book Human Anatomy is even more so, right?”
Not only does it reveal flesh, it also reveals bones.
Ji Yu was dumbfounded, “How can these two books be compared?”
One is a serious medical book, and the other is a small H book.
Ling Yuan smothers a laugh, “There’s essentially no difference, both are studies of the human body.”
Ji Yu’s face flushed violently, her eyes caught the book and hurriedly moved away, “Cunning.”
Ling Yuan notices her small movements, reaches out and brings the Secret Play Chart over, flicking it, “You don’t say, this book is a treasure.”
Ji Yu is stunned, a small H book, and a treasure?
Seeing her disbelief, Ling Yuan explains, “This is a book that grandpa rummaged through grandma’s suitcase to find, do you think it’s a treasure? One of grandma’s dowry.”
“I see that this book is of good quality and can be passed on for three more generations.”
Ji Yu was practically frantic at hearing this, blushing, she snatched the book from his hand and threw it into the head of the nightstand’s cabinet tube, saying carelessly, “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m going to sleep.”
After saying that, her movements were faster than a rabbit’s, burrowing into the quilt, wrapping herself into a dumpling, only revealing a tiny head.
Ling Yuan looked at her cute movements and laughed so hard that he pulled open the cabinet tube and took the book out, lifted the second page, came over to Ji Yue and proposed to her, “Wife, let’s try the first action later?”
Ji Yu’s gaze falls on the man and woman in the picture, wanting to avert her eyes, but she can’t help but look twice more.
Ling Yuan holds back a smile, “Can’t you? Then the second action is fine.”
He turns over the second page, Ji Yu is so shy that her face is dripping blood, but she was just cocooned in her own cocoon, her hand is buried in the quilt and she can’t draw it out, moreover, the edge of the quilt is also cunningly pressed by him ……
“This position is good, we can try it.”
“This feeling is also good, I believe that with the flexibility of the small fish should be able to do.”
“Well, it’s good for boys to work a little harder.”
“……”
Ji Yu watched as he turned page after page in front of her, critiquing all ten or so pages of the sketchbook, practically in tears.
This man, is just too bad!
After reading all of them, Ling Yuan puts the book back, holds Ji Yu even with her, bites his ear, and reminisces with her, “Wife, which position do you like? Why don’t you try them all?”
Moses Moses?
Ji Yu looked up in shock, “Do you know what you’re saying?”
Ling Yuan smiles like a fox, deliberately misinterpreting her meaning, “Oh, Little Fish doesn’t find it enjoyable enough? Then I’ll find another move.”
Ji Yu was about to argue with him about the dangers of indulgence when the next moment, her mouth was sealed.
Before that, he dropped a sentence in her ear, “Little Fish, help your husband check his body, a full body checkup ……”
The incandescent light in the room was turned off at some point, leaving only an orange night light that glowed with an ambiguous light.
Ji Yu sinks into the soft bed, Ling Yuan grabs her wrists and raises them above her head, ambling down to kiss her lips.
This time the kiss was gentler than any other time in the past.
Ji Yu, however, was so worn down by such a kiss that she let out a wailing sound from her mouth.
This sound was undoubtedly an encouragement for Ling Yuan to move further.
It was immediately followed by a storm of ferocity.
At some point, the silk nightgown on Ji Yu’s body had already been removed, and her delicate skin was bright white in the dim light.
Ling Yuan pinched her thin waist, sweat dripping slowly from his forehead, sliding down the knot of his throat to his delicate collarbone, slowly downward, then disappearing again.
Ji Yu was a little unable to bear it, her tearful eyes were hazy, and she shouted in a mute voice, “Ling Yuan ……”
Ling Yuan kisses away the tears in the corner of her eyes and pecks her lips delicately, “Wife, call me husband.”
Ji Yu closed her eyes and shook her head, her whole body turned pink with shame.
“Wife, look at me.” Ling Yuan hugged her, his large palm rubbing her delicate skin, Ji Yu couldn’t control her trembling and opened her eyes, looking at him waterily.
“Good girl, call your husband.”
“Husband ……”
“Mmm…”
In the next second, the girl’s voice was swallowed up.
Outside the window, the moon in the sky seemed to realize what was happening in the room and covered half of its face with clouds, peeking at the pair of lovers in the room, seemingly blushing for them.
The clouds in the sky were like rootless duckweed, floating and sinking, torn apart and reorganized by the wind.
On this night, the master bedroom on a certain floor of a certain building in King’s Park was lit up until dawn.