146: Secret Teachings
The silvery moonlight flowed into the room like a murmuring stream, quiet and gentle, silently coating the dark sheets with a dreamy, silver sheen.
Even the dust motes floating in the air were stained with a silver luster, twinkling like tiny stars in the quiet night.
Tonight, Zheng Yiyun planned to teach Jiang Feng some techniques for intimate interaction between a man and a woman... In her opinion, adequate preparation—the blush-inducing foreplay—was absolutely crucial before the actual "deed."
It was like laying a good foundation before building a house.
For instance, there was a technique called '96' described in some Liu Bei Wen... she felt it was especially suitable for enhancing their intimacy.
Although Zheng Yiyun had never tried it herself, the delicate yet bold descriptions in those Liu Bei Wen often made her blush, her heart pound, and her mouth go dry... She couldn't help but picture various seductive scenes in her mind... flashing like frames from a short film.
On countless lonely nights, while lying alone in bed reading those novels and "mining," she had fantasized countless times about having a deep exchange with Jiang Feng.
But she never would have imagined that today, her past fantasies would actually become reality!
She was actually about to engage in such intimate contact with her junior, the son of her best friend... Zheng Yiyun constantly chastised herself internally:
Oh heavens... what is wrong with me, how could I think of these things!
I must be crazy!
Am I... am I too desperate?
Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn, and her legs involuntarily tensed up... After hesitating for a long time, she was tense and conflicted, like an actor about to go on stage without having memorized their lines.
But ultimately, she mustered her courage and decided to use that strange posture described in the Liu Bei Wen to begin this lesson.
Her face slightly flushed, she unconsciously rubbed the corner of her clothes with her hands, saying in a slightly trembling voice:
"Actually... things between a man and a woman are like the taiji diagram..."
Zheng Yiyun was extremely nervous, her heart pounding like a startled fawn:
I hope Xiao Feng understands what I mean... and doesn't think I'm a lustful woman... "?"
Jiang Feng was originally leaning against the headboard.
Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and feigned curiosity, looking like a student eager for new knowledge:
"The taiji diagram? Yi Yun Auntie... what does that mean?"
What the hell is the taiji diagram?
Even though he was battle-hardened, he couldn't immediately grasp the connection between the taiji diagram and foreplay... Was it Yin and Yang merging?
He didn't understand... Hearing him, Zheng Yiyun's cheeks instantly flushed red like a ripe apple.
She lowered her head shyly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, and explained in a voice barely louder than a mosquito:
"It's... it's like the Yin and Yang poles in the taiji diagram, blending and cooperating with each other, needing advance and retreat, softness and firmness, only then can it... can it be harmonious..."
As she spoke, she felt increasingly embarrassed.
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, like a startled fawn.
She wailed internally: Oh my, how could I say something so shameful... I'm going crazy!
The taiji diagram?
Jiang Feng quickly pondered in his mind.
Suddenly, he realized something, like a flash of lightning across his brain... So it was 96!
This was an opening move he rarely used in his previous life.
Usually, he was standing while the other party was kneeling... Jiang Feng looked at her shy appearance, and the desire in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
That desire was like a fire, burning hotter and hotter in his heart.
But he still tried hard to restrain himself, his lips curving slightly upwards as he continued to play the role of the innocent college boy:
"Oh, so that's how it is... Yi Yun Auntie, I think I sort of understand, but also not quite... Could you elaborate?"
He was already blooming with joy inside, secretly thinking:
Hehehe, I didn't expect the usually gentle and dignified Yi Yun Auntie to explain things this way!
That's truly imaginative. Who else would think to connect the taiji diagram with 96?
Yi Yun Auntie is quite creative... When Zheng Yiyun saw that he didn't understand, she grew even more anxious, pacing around like an ant on a hot pan.
She thought again about the descriptions in the Liu Bei Wen, took a deep breath, and bravely continued:
"It means... the posture requires coordination; it can't be too stiff... it must be like Taiji, flowing naturally like clouds and water... You must... you must consider the other person's feelings, not just your own..."
Although her voice was still trembling, it held a trace of firmness.
As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously drew circles on the sheet, her eyes slightly glazed over, as if lost in her own imagination.
To express it more vividly, she took a pillow and placed it in front of her, then picked up another pillow and gently placed it on top of the first.
Her movements were stiff and shy, her fingertips trembling slightly, like a young actor making their debut.
"Look at these pillows, one up and one down... Can't they cooperate with each other to complete the preparatory work?"
After speaking, she quickly lowered her head, afraid to look into Jiang Feng's eyes, wailing internally:
Oh heavens! What am I saying, what am I doing?
I'm going absolutely mad!
These are definitely not things a senior should be saying.
But, it's so exciting!
The strange sensations inside her surged like tides, wave after wave, and she was close to losing control!
"Ah, I still don't quite get it..."
Jiang Feng deliberately frowned, pointed at the two pillows, and asked with a bewildered expression:
"Yi Yun Auntie, do you mean that the pillows represent people, one up and one down... head-to-head, foot-to-foot? But isn't that just a hug...? Can that complete the preparatory work?"
His eyes were full of doubt, as if he truly didn't understand the meaning.
Jiang Feng truly felt he could win an Oscar for Best Actor.
"N-no... that's not it... it's the other way around..."
Zheng Yiyun's cheeks instantly burned crimson, like being scorched by fire, her voice thin as a mosquito's hum, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
She felt like a clumsy teacher who couldn't explain anything clearly.
Like someone who can't paint but insists on creating a masterpiece.
"Ah! I see, you mean head-to-foot...?"
Jiang Feng intentionally drew out his tone, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes.
The corner of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a barely noticeable mischievous smile.
"Mm... yes, yes, yes! That's it exactly, Xiao Feng, you're so clever!"
Seeing that he seemed to understand, Zheng Yiyun immediately showed a relieved smile.
That smile was like a blossoming flower, and her eyes lit up...