130: Life is short, why be bound by rules?

Looking at Zheng Yiyun standing there, flustered like a lost fawn, Jiang Feng curled his lips into a mischievous smile.

In his heart, a woman's beauty was multifaceted.

Firstly, there was the picturesque static beauty; those exquisite beauties didn't need to do anything...

They only needed to stand quietly, or sit gracefully, striking a few charming poses, as if they could gather all the world's brilliance upon themselves, stunning people and making it impossible to look away.

Secondly, there was dynamic beauty, such as the mature charm of a young woman or the shy cuteness of a maiden...

Every glance, every movement was filled with endless allure, making people unable to help but be intoxicated.

These were the unique charms displayed by dynamic beauty...

Some beauties looked great in photos and videos, but once they smiled or made an enchanting expression, their true form was immediately revealed, becoming incredibly ugly.

It could even instantly make Little Jiang Feng deflate like a punctured ball, losing all feeling...

But Zheng Yiyun was different.

Whether static or dynamic, she was like a fairy who had walked out of a dream, exuding an irresistible charm...

At this moment, Zheng Yiyun bit her cherry-red lips lightly, her pretty face flushed like the brilliant evening glow in the sky, or a ripe apple, making one want to take a bite.

Due to her rapid breathing, the graceful curves of her chest heaved violently like surging waves, and her fair, smooth skin turned red and hot.

She was full of charm yet also adorably shy; she was simply a peerless beauty!

Jiang Feng secretly marveled, "Wow, Aunt Yi Yun is truly too beautiful, who could resist her?"

Perhaps no man could resist Zheng Yiyun's charm!

Moreover, from his many years of experience, women who easily blush and get hot like this...

Their temperature there was also a bit higher than ordinary women...

Thinking of this, he pretended to be concerned and leaned closer, frowning slightly as he asked:

"Aunt Yi Yun...what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you all red and hot...Should I take you to the Hospital? Don't force yourself, you can't be careless when you're not feeling well..."

When Zheng Yiyun heard Jiang Feng's words, her heart fluttered like a flock of startled birds.

She wished she could find a hole to crawl into, her face full of embarrassment.

Zheng Yiyun was just flustered by Jiang Feng's sudden words.

She waved her hand frantically, her voice trembling like leaves shivering in the autumn wind:

"No, no need, I'm not unwell, I'm...oh, I don't know how to explain it..."

Jiang Feng looked at Zheng Yiyun's flustered appearance, a wave of pity washing over him.

He gently held Zheng Yiyun's hand; it was warm and strong, like a safe harbor that could offer Zheng Yiyun a sliver of comfort amidst her panic.

He said gently, his voice like a spring breeze caressing her face:

"It's alright, just say whatever you want, don't keep it bottled up, or I'll worry..."

His eyes were full of sincerity, as if they could melt all ice, making Zheng Yiyun feel boundless warmth.

Feeling the warmth on her palm, Zheng Yiyun suddenly calmed down, all her anxieties and uncertainties vanishing into thin air at that moment.

Regardless, Little Feng has a good impression of me!

The advantage is mine!

She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Little Feng...do you remember when you were little, I often helped you bathe? You were so mischievous back then, always making the bathroom a mess..."

Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia, as if she had returned to that beautiful time.

It was like opening an old photo album filled with memories, each page brimming with warmth and happiness.

Zheng Yiyun thought to herself, those memories with Little Feng are truly precious; speaking of them now, her heart felt both warm and a little shy.

At that time, she never would have imagined that the little brat from back then would grow so 'big'...

It was simply astonishing!

And what she never expected even more was that she would have such intimate contact with her best friend's son?!

If her past self had heard this, she would have thought it was a fantasy!

But now, she only needed more intimate contact!

This was the so-called physiological attraction...

But what if her good best friend Luo Shuwan found out...what would she do?

Just thinking about it was incredibly embarrassing!

She seemed to already see Luo Shuwan's shocked and angry expression, like seeing a storm about to arrive...

This was over twenty years of best friendship; it would probably collapse overnight...

And there was Zhang Qingning...this child whom she had raised herself, not mother and daughter, but closer than mother and daughter.

If Zhang Qingning found out, their relationship would probably drop to freezing point...

With such a high price, should she continue?

But if she gave up, she would be truly unwilling!

This was her happiness...she absolutely couldn't give up easily!

Moreover, this secret relationship made Zheng Yiyun feel vaguely excited...

Just thinking about their relationship made her breathe rapidly and her legs go weak!

Even a warm current surged through her body, like a ball of fire burning...

Zheng Yiyun secretly apologized in her heart:

Luo Shuwan, my good best friend, I followed your instructions for teaching...but I ultimately crossed the line...

I'm sorry to you...

And Qing Ning, I've doted on you since you were little, this time, please let me have this...

There's no way, Little Feng is simply too amazing, I can't resist his charm at all!

Zheng Yiyun had made up her mind; she had to conquer Jiang Feng tonight!

Life is short, why be bound by those inexplicable rules?

Should she wait until just before death to regret it immensely?

Even if it was a brief relationship, she would accept it!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng's mind raced, and he already understood Zheng Yiyun's thoughts...

There was no way, his level was much higher than Zheng Yiyun's...

He was like an experienced chess player facing a novice; every move of the opponent was within his control.

In front of him, Zheng Yiyun was like an unguarded maiden, as transparent as could be...

She was like a thin sheet of paper, easily pierced with a gentle poke.

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