142: Auntie, please come in quickly, I can't wait...
In the dead of a summer night, all was silent except for the intermittent chirping of insects from the grass in the corner, adding a touch of life to the tranquil night.
Moonlight poured down like water, flowing over Jiang Feng's desk and wardrobe, draping the entire room in a hazy silver veil, even the dust motes floating in the air were tinged with a gentle glow.
Zheng Yiyun stood by the bed, lifting her skirt and gently swaying it, a playful smile on her lips.
She tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, looking much like a young girl in the throes of first love showing off a new dress to her beloved:
"Little Feng, you're the first person to see this nightgown, you know... Do you like it?"
She secretly rejoiced in her heart: I carefully picked this out... I'm just waiting to surprise you, I hope you like it...
How could Jiang Feng, a top-tier scoundrel, be a spoilsport?
Even if the style was ordinary, at this moment, he had to appear utterly amazed...
What's more, this nightgown was truly stunning—a semi-transparent black silk nightgown that outlined Zheng Yiyun's mature and graceful figure...
Aunt Yi Yun looks absolutely gorgeous in it, who could resist this!
Jiang Feng felt his throat dry up, and he swallowed hard.
His eyes instantly lit up, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and he nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a pecking chick:
"I like it... I like it incredibly much!"
The air conditioner was a bit cold, and Jiang Feng felt a chill, instinctively shrinking his shoulders into the quilt.
He frowned and asked with concern:
"Aunt Yi Yun, the air conditioner seems a bit cold... Are you cold?"
Zheng Yiyun stood by the bed, her figure graceful as a willow, like a black rose quietly blooming in the night.
Beneath the semi-transparent silk nightgown, her exquisite figure was faintly discernible, her cleavage gently rising and falling with her breathing...
Moonlight flowed down her fair neck, spreading a hazy halo at the edge of her nightgown, breathtakingly beautiful!
She raised her eyebrows slightly, a look of concern on her face, reaching out to grab the remote control on the bedside table:
"Is the temperature set too low? Don't catch a cold!"
But Jiang Feng gently held her wrist, stopping her movement.
The young man's fingers were slightly cool, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her delicate skin.
Zheng Yiyun trembled slightly as if struck by an electric current, a blush suddenly spreading across her face, even her earlobes quietly warmed up...
Jiang Feng's lips curved into a sly smile:
"No need to adjust the air conditioner... Aunt Yi Yun, why don't you get into the quilt to warm up... I've already warmed up the quilt for you!"
Hehe, I can't miss such a good opportunity, I must trick Auntie into the quilt...
Then wouldn't she be at his mercy?
In fact, Jiang Feng himself was a bit surprised; as a seasoned veteran, he hadn't felt this kind of flutter in a long time...
The reason he was so eager was simply because the object was Zheng Yiyun.
His mother's best friend, an elder who accompanied him through his middle school years, and so on...
Just these titles made him feel incredibly stimulated!!!
It was like riding a roller coaster, thrilling and exciting!
His heartbeat involuntarily quickened, as if it would leap out of his throat.
After speaking, Jiang Feng quickly lifted the quilt, eagerly anticipating.
Auntie, come in quickly, I can't wait...
Zheng Yiyun looked at Jiang Feng's clear eyes, and the words of refusal that had reached her lips were swallowed back.
She bit her lip lightly, her heart in a tangle: This naughty Little Feng, he knows but still asks, I really can't do anything with him, who made me like him so much?
"Naughty Little Feng, so eager..."
Zheng Yiyun gave Jiang Feng a look, her tone laced with a playful reproach, but her eyes held a hint of shyness, like a rose adorned with morning dew, vibrant and alluring.
Though she said so, her body was very honest...
Zheng Yiyun still slowly slid into the quilt, her movements as light as a butterfly flitting through flowers.
The moment she got into the quilt, Zheng Yiyun felt both shy and excited, a feeling so wonderfully ineffable...
It was like opening a long-sealed mysterious treasure box, not knowing what surprises were hidden inside, yet unable to help but be filled with anticipation.
Just thinking about what might happen next, an inexplicable sense of strangeness surged within Zheng Yiyun, repeatedly assaulting her rational defenses like a tide...
The moment she got close to Jiang Feng, Zheng Yiyun's breathing hitched.
The young man in the quilt was only wearing thin cotton shorts, and the loose fabric couldn't hide his youthful vigor.
As Jiang Feng turned over, that shadow completely filled her vision.
Her cheeks instantly burned, as if roasted by fire, and she hastily averted her gaze, but the next moment, she secretly peeked back as if drawn by a magnet...
Her heart, however, pounded uncontrollably as if gripped by an invisible hand...
Oh my goodness, how terrifying!
Although this was the second time she had seen it, the impact had not diminished in the slightest, still leaving her incredibly shocked.
Zheng Yiyun subconsciously clamped her legs slightly, her fingertips trembling.
Uncontrollably, scenes from novels she had secretly read flashed through her mind...
All sorts of textual descriptions left her mind blank.
Shame and an inexplicable flutter repeatedly intertwined in her heart...
Making her even breathe carefully, as if a slight mistake would break this delicate atmosphere.
"Aunt Yi Yun... What's wrong?"
Jiang Feng pretended to be innocent and leaned closer, his nose almost touching her earlobe, with an innocent expression on his face.
But in his heart, he was secretly laughing: Hehe, Auntie looks so cute when she's shy, I should tease her well...
"Aunt Yi Yun, are you feeling cold?"
His warm breath brushed against Zheng Yiyun's neck as he spoke.
Zheng Yiyun's neck was very sensitive, so she instinctively recoiled, looking pitiful like a startled fawn.
She hastily pulled her nightgown collar tighter, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor:
"No... No... Auntie just feels a bit stuffy..."
Her heart, however, was already in a mess: This little rascal, why is he so close... I can barely breathe...
But her gaze uncontrollably swept over the eye-catching outline beneath the quilt again, and her heart skipped another beat.
This young man, who usually seemed pure and harmless, actually harbored such astonishing power within him...
This made her inexplicably flustered, as if she were in a thick fog, unable to find her way.
Jiang Feng looked at her flushed cheeks and evasive eyes, a barely noticeable curve on his lips, feeling utterly pleased with himself.
Hehe, Auntie took the bait...
"Aunt Yi Yun, let's lean against the pillows and chat. Sitting up is too tiring, and my back hurts..."
Jiang Feng blinked, feigning a pitiful look.
But in his heart, he was calculating: Leaning against the pillows will make it easier for me to get close to Auntie.
"Alright... Alright..."
Zheng Yiyun hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
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