164: No, please...
The summer night wind, carrying the sweet scent of gardenias, seeped through the screen window, gently swaying the corner of the curtain like a shy girl twisting the hem of her dress.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Yiyun's heart pounded like a drum; she only took one glance, and the scene in the mirror made her so shy she almost closed her eyes.
She felt a bit dizzy, her mind blank, as if she were floating on cotton...
Her smooth back gleamed like jade under the moonlight, and the shadow at her waist was wantonly playful; even she herself had never seen such a seductive appearance in the mirror...
Zheng Yiyun felt her earlobes burning, and she secretly stole another glance at the mirror, the reflection making her flustered.
Her body trembled slightly in Jiang Feng's arms, every inch of her skin glowing with an alluring pink hue; the curves normally hidden by clothes were now fully exposed, this visual impact making her both shy and inexplicably excited...
She instinctively wanted to hide, but her body honestly leaned closer into Jiang Feng's embrace.
Silver-white moonlight streamed through the curtain gap onto the mirror, outlining her fullness even more enticingly.
The arc of her breathing rose and fell dramatically, like ripples on spring water.
But the tingling sensation from her body made her unable to resist; years of lonely nights in her empty room burst forth at this moment, like dry kindling being ignited, making her unable to resist tightly wrapping her arms around Jiang Feng's neck again, actively deepening the kiss.
She clumsily showed Jiang Feng, imitating his previous techniques, and soft hums spilled from her throat, like a kitten playfully seeking affection...
She could clearly feel Jiang Feng's body, followed by an even more passionate response, which made her both nervous and secretly delighted...
Zheng Yiyun felt as if she had been thrown into a scalding hot spring, every inch of her skin burning.
Her blood seemed to boil in her veins, even her fingertips were flushed with pink.
The woman in the mirror, with her dazed eyes and a smile on her lips, was both unfamiliar and captivating to her; her reason had long been overwhelmed by desire.
Jiang Feng seemed to carry magic; wherever he touched, a blazing fire ignited.
Making her involuntarily arch her back, craving for more...
Zheng Yiyun could feel her breathing becoming more rapid, her body growing softer; her body's reaction made her ashamed to admit but unable to control.
Jiang Feng slid his hand down Zheng Yiyun's smooth back, gently caressing her roundness.
Her astonishing elasticity made him admire her greatly, and a triumphant smile curled at the corner of his lips.
He could clearly feel the trembling of the person in his arms, knowing that this usually dignified auntie was completely aroused.
She was no longer just passively receiving; she was starting to actively seek...
Jiang Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly; the warm, soft jade in his arms made him feel a bit restless.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the air grew thicker, like an unresolvable dense fog, tightly enveloping the two of them.
"Xiao Feng... don't... don't here... the mirror... the mirror is too stimulating, I'm shy... please don't, I beg you..."
Zheng Yiyun finally broke free from the kiss, pleading breathlessly, looking utterly pitiful.
She could see herself in the mirror, curled up in Jiang Feng's arms, pressed tightly against him.
Springtime filled the room, every detail exposed...
That visual impact made her flustered, but her body's instinct was like an invisible hand, pushing her step by step into surrender, unable to resist Jiang Feng's teasing.
Zheng Yiyun felt like she was going crazy, that she would actually do such a thing in front of a mirror with her best friend's son.
Reason told her to stop immediately, but her body's instinct made her unable to resist Jiang Feng's teasing.
Especially looking at her own seductive appearance in the mirror, eyes glistening with moisture, lips slightly parted, exhaling hot breaths...
Shyness and pleasure intertwined, making her whole body go soft, almost fainting...
Only a wall lamp was lit in the room; the warm yellow light stretched the shadows of the furniture long, falling on the floor like a blurry ink painting.
Moonlight slanted through the curtain gap, coating the mirror with a silver edge.
Illuminating their embracing figures vaguely, even the dust motes floating in the air were tinged with an ambiguous halo.
Zheng Yiyun's cheeks were so red they could drip blood; shyness surged like a tide, crashing against the dam of her reason in waves, yet it was firmly held down by a deep craving within her body.
She could clearly feel her body trembling, and her reflection in the mirror was so unfamiliar it scared her...
That Zheng Yiyun, who was usually dignified and proper, even speaking softly.
At this moment, in the arms of a junior, her eyes were dazed, and her gaze was seductive...
This huge contrast made her both shy and excited; the unusual sensations in her body grew stronger and stronger, even her breathing was trembling.
She had never imagined she would be so seductive, wantonly teased in front of a full-length mirror by a boy so much younger than herself...
This made her unable to extricate herself, only able to use pleas to hide her inner surrender...
In Zheng Yiyun's heart, it was as if two little people were fighting; one was screaming for her to push Jiang Feng away, to maintain the dignity of an elder...
The other, however, was greedily enjoying this long-lost affection, craving more pleasure.
Ultimately, desire triumphed over reason; she closed her eyes, buried her face in Jiang Feng's neck, and let herself sink into it...
Jiang Feng ignored her pleas, instead holding her even tighter, and his other hand slid to her front, gently taking hold.
"Auntie Yi Yun... look at us in the mirror, how well-matched are we?"
He deliberately whispered in her ear, the teasing in his voice making Zheng Yiyun's cheeks burn even hotter,
"Don't you like this? Do you like me... loving you here?"
Jiang Feng enjoyed this sense of control, watching Zheng Yiyun transform from dignified to seductive in front of him, his desire for conquest greatly satisfied.
Her seductive gaze in the mirror was exceptionally alluring; her waist was so slender it seemed it could snap with a pinch, yet her upper and lower parts were round and full, like delicate branches bearing abundant fruit, this extreme contrast heightened his desire...
He was going to break all of this woman's defenses!
To make her completely submit; completing the system task was merely a side objective...
Feeling the soft body and rapid heartbeat in his arms, his desire also grew stronger, blood gathering.
Zheng Yiyun looked at the mirror with dazed eyes; her reflection's eyes were full of affection, her lips slightly parted, emitting seductive breaths, her body gently trembling in Jiang Feng's arms.
The red plum-like marks on her front contrasted sharply with her fair skin under the moonlight, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, striking and alluring.
"No... don't look..."
Zheng Yiyun couldn't take it anymore; she frantically tried to turn her head, but Jiang Feng held the back of her head, preventing her from escaping the spring scene in the mirror.
Tears welled in her eyes... She wanted to hide, but Jiang Feng held her firmly, forcing her to watch herself succumb step by step in the mirror...
Trailing down her neck were ambiguous red plum-like marks.
Zheng Yiyun trembled violently, a seductive hum escaping her throat, and her smooth back involuntarily arched, as if craving for more.
Zheng Yiyun felt like she was floating on clouds; those touches were like fine raindrops, falling on her parched heart.
Making her whole body shiver...
Her body, untouched for many years, was incredibly sensitive, even her fingertips were trembling slightly.
She could clearly see her aroused expression in the mirror; shyness and pleasure intertwined, making her almost faint.
"Xiao Feng... do you love me, do you love me, please?"
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