147: Real high-end hunters often appear as prey

“That’s how it is… and also… you need to pay attention to the rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. You need to find a rhythm that suits both of you…”

The more Zheng Yiyun spoke, the more engrossed she became, seemingly having forgotten her earlier shyness. Her fingers even gestured the rhythm on the bedsheet, like a serious conductor.

She thought to herself: I hope Jiang Feng remembers all this. Then, we’ll be able to cooperate very well…

However, both Jiang Feng and I are using this move for the first time, so we’ll definitely be a bit awkward.

But it doesn’t matter, we can learn slowly…

Growing together through communication is also a beautiful thing!

Jiang Feng: I’m a max-level expert, but I’ll still pretend I don’t know beginner skills!

Jiang Feng watched her serious explanation, the smile on his lips deepening, like a cunning fox.

He knew that the Zheng Yiyun in front of him completely regarded him as a pure and innocent youth who needed guidance… This suited his intentions perfectly!

It was like a hunter watching his prey walk into a trap.

Jiang Feng leaned closer to Zheng Yiyun, his nose almost touching her cheek, and whispered softly:

“Auntie Yi Yun, thank you for teaching me so much.”

His voice was gentle, but a hint of imperceptible cunning flashed in his eyes, like a hunter hidden in the bushes.

Truly high-level hunters often present themselves as prey.

This is the basic skill of a top-tier scoundrel!

Zheng Yiyun was a little embarrassed by his praise, her cheeks flushed. She gently shook her head, her eyes slightly evasive as she said:

“It’s… it’s nothing… These are all as they should be… It’s good that you understand.”

Looking at Jiang Feng’s face so close, her heart began to beat uncontrollably fast again, as if a small rabbit was wildly thumping in her chest.

How could Jiang Feng be so handsome, and so masculine!

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air was thick and unyielding, like a thin veil enveloping the two of them.

“Then… Auntie Yi Yun, can you show me a specific demonstration? I’ll cooperate with you…”

Jiang Feng blinked, looking at her with an expectant expression, his eyes as clear as a fawn’s.

Zheng Yiyun’s heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips cold yet tingling with a hot tremor, as if struck by an electric current.

She slowly moved her body, the silk nightgown rustling softly against the bedsheet.

Jiang Feng lay obediently, his eyes as clear as a lake, but only he knew what thoughts were hidden deep within them.

He deliberately feigned nervousness, his voice trembling slightly as he said:

“Auntie Yi Yun, I’m a little nervous.”

Zheng Yiyun gently bit her red lip, and lightly patted Jiang Feng’s hand, comforting him:

“Don’t be nervous, Auntie is here…”

Her voice was soft and trembling, like cotton candy.

Her voice carried a reassuring power, like a mother comforting a frightened child…

Zheng Yiyun’s long hair fell over her shoulders, a few playful strands brushing her chest, trembling gently with her rapid breathing, like flowers swaying softly in the breeze.

Under the moonlight, her snow-white skin was slightly taut from nervousness, like a swan poised to take flight, elegant and alluring.

“…Jiang Feng, wait for me a moment…”

Zheng Yiyun got up and sat on the edge of the bed, her movements a little hurried.

She was ready to officially begin today’s lesson!

First, like peeling an egg, she had to ‘peel’ herself open.

Her fingertips nervously twisted the hem of her black silk nightgown. This semi-transparent silk nightgown was one she had specially chosen, like a carefully prepared gift.

The neckline was cut to just the right position, subtly revealing her delicate collarbones and a deep cleavage, yet not appearing overly exposed.

It was like a landscape painting, appearing and disappearing…

The hem of the skirt barely covered her upper thighs, revealing a section of snow-white skin when she moved.

The pair of red high heels on her feet were the finishing touch, making her already long legs appear even straighter.

A woman in her thirties is in her prime. Years of living alone after her husband’s death had not diminished her radiance; instead, they had added a few touches of mature feminine charm to her…

Like a well-aged fine wine, the more you taste it, the more fragrant it becomes!

Zheng Yiyun’s skin was fair and delicate, like fine mutton-fat jade, her cheeks bearing a natural rosy flush.

Her lips were full and rosy, appearing exceptionally alluring even without lipstick.

Her long hair was loosely tied back, a few stray strands framing her face, trembling gently with her breath, adding to her allure.

“Auntie Yi Yun, you are truly beautiful today…”

Jiang Feng leaned against the headboard, his eyes as clear as a fawn’s, his tone filled with sincere praise, while secretly admiring this exquisite beauty.

Of course, he knew Zheng Yiyun’s thoughts.

Auntie Yi Yun had long harbored affection for him, but had suppressed her feelings due to their identities…

His information panel even showed Zheng Yiyun’s favorability towards him at a high 99!

Just one final step away!

All of this indicated her feelings.

Now, it was time to discard the constraints of identity and break through the last line of defense…

A bird can only fly freely once it breaks out of its cage!

Zheng Yiyun’s cheeks flushed even redder from the praise. She gave him an exasperated glance, her eyes holding a hint of shyness and sweetness:

“Naughty Jiang Feng, you’re so disrespectful…”

Though she said this, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but turn slightly upwards.

She thought to herself: He praises me like this, I’m so happy!

She was now like a shy maiden in love; every word and action from her beloved could fill her with immense joy…

Zheng Yiyun walked to the bedside, took a deep breath, and gathered her courage, as if making a huge decision, slowly untying her belt.

Like a flower slowly blooming…

Moonlight spilled onto her shapely body, her curves as graceful as a flowing poem.

The exquisite curves of her chest gently rose and fell with her breathing…

Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand, her skin glowing enticingly in the moonlight.

She was simply a pure and flawless work of art!

Zheng Yiyun gently lifted her slender, fair leg, and the black high heel revealed its alluring red sole…

As the saying goes, black and red facing heaven, boundless power!

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