148: All I want is high heels!

Moonlight, like a flowing stream, quietly poured into the silent room.

It was like a nimble painter, gently bathing Zheng Yiyun's body, as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade, in a dreamy, silvery glow.

The silver light was like an intricately carved silver wedding dress, softly draped over her, making her appear even more beautiful, like a celestial fairy.

Amidst the sacredness, there was a faint, alluring charm…

Just like a bride quietly awaiting her wedding night.

Even the air seemed to be filled with a strange scent…

At this moment, Zheng Yiyun was sitting on the edge of the bed, her silk nightgown long gone.

Every inch of her skin exuded the captivating charm unique to a mature woman, without reservation.

It was a perfect blend of gentleness and allure, refined by the passage of time, emanating an irresistible temptation from head to toe.

Jiang Feng watched all of this, his eyes unblinking…

Even though he had been through countless battles and witnessed countless romantic encounters.

Yet, at this moment, his heart rate involuntarily accelerated sharply.

During his middle school days, he had, on countless silent nights, sketched out these captivating scenes of Aunt Yi Yun in his mind…

And then started doing calculus problems…

And now, the real scene was laid bare before him, far more enchanting than he had ever imagined.

His gaze was glued to Zheng Yiyun, as if by superglue, unable to tear away.

Zheng Yiyun leaned slightly forward, her fair, jade-like hand slowly reaching for the red-soled high heels, preparing to gently take them off…

Her slender waist gracefully curved into a captivating arc, perfectly outlining that astonishing S-shaped curve.

Just like a bright new moon in the night sky, so beautiful it made one hold their breath, almost to the point of suffocation.

“Aunt Yi Yun… that, keep the high heels on… I really like them…”

What I want is high heels!

Jiang Feng suddenly spoke, his voice carrying the clear tone unique to a young man, like a clear spring in the mountains.

However, his gaze unabashedly swept over Zheng Yiyun, greedily scanning every inch of her skin.

The stark contrast between the red high heels and her snow-white skin…

Like a fiercely burning flame, it danced wildly in his eyes, scorching his vision.

Instantly igniting the desire within him.

Zheng Yiyun’s movements abruptly paused, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson with shyness, like the brilliant sunset in the sky, glowing with a deep red.

Even her small earlobes were not spared, tinged with an alluring pink blush, like delicate peach blossoms blooming in spring, charming and captivating.

“Mm…”

She softly responded, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum, as if it might dissipate into the ambiguous air if one wasn't careful.

Just wearing high heels?

The mere thought made Zheng Yiyun’s heart flutter…

But at the same time, there was a secret anticipation deep within her, like a seed planted in spring, quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart.

Xiao Feng likes me in high heels, so I’ll wear them for him more often!

What could be more joyful than being liked by the one you love?

As soon as this thought emerged, her heart rate suddenly quickened, like a drum beating.

Even her fingertips couldn’t help but tremble slightly, as if expressing her inner shyness and anticipation…

Zheng Yiyun turned around, her hands nervously clasped together, her eyes somewhat evasive, not daring to meet Jiang Feng’s ardent gaze:

“Xiao Feng… are you ready? Auntie is about to start teaching, okay?”

Her voice was soft and trembling, sweet like cotton candy, yet carrying a hint of imperceptible anticipation.

“Mm, I’m ready!”

Jiang Feng nodded, feigning seriousness, but his gaze uncontrollably fell on those two dazzling pink blushes.

His eyes were filled with fervent desire.

Aunt Yi Yun, usually so dignified and virtuous, was now sitting before him wearing red-soled high heels.

The intense stimulation brought by this stark contrast instantly spread throughout Jiang Feng’s body like an electric current, making his heart beat even faster.

Indeed, compared to leaving nothing on, just wearing a pair of high heels held a unique kind of allure…

Zheng Yiyun’s snow-white skin was especially alluring under the moonlight, her delicate collarbones deeply sunken into small hollows, as if holding crushed starlight, shimmering with a captivating luster.

“Mm, I’ll learn well, Aunt Yi Yun…”

Jiang Feng nodded obediently, then slowly lay down, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze in March, capable of melting everything in the world.

However, the words he spoke seemed to carry magic, making Zheng Yiyun’s cheeks grow even hotter, as if lightly licked by a flame.

The warmth rapidly spread throughout her body, almost making her breathless…

Zheng Yiyun’s long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying a faint gardenia scent, lingering gently at Jiang Feng’s nostrils.

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but hold his breath, as if instantly transported to a fragrant sea of blooming flowers, feeling refreshed and intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.

Zheng Yiyun took a deep breath, slowly adjusting her posture according to the description in the novel…

Still.

Her movements were stiff and shy, like a bashful young girl trying something for the first time.

The tips of her red high heels tapped lightly on the bedsheets, making faint rustling sounds, as if reflecting her inner nervousness.

“Tai Chi emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang… Therefore, the 96th technique requires two people to cooperate with each other…”

She tried to make her voice sound calm and steady.

But the slight tremor at the end of her words mercilessly betrayed her inner tension.

“Just like this… one up, one down, head to tail, only then can qi and blood flow freely…”

Jiang Feng adjusted cooperatively, feeling her drawing near.

Zheng Yiyun’s body was very hot, like a warm flame, pressing against his skin, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

The desire in his heart also surged like a powerful tide, growing even more intense.

“Aunt Yi Yun… is it like this?”

He deliberately leaned closer, his warm breath spreading over the origin, carrying a strong hormonal scent.

Seeing her cheeks instantly flush, the smile in his heart deepened.

Jiang Feng just loved seeing Zheng Yiyun like this, flustered and at a loss from his teasing…

A mix of cuteness and allure, making him unable to stop.

Zheng Yiyun’s body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current.

A tingling sensation spread rapidly from bottom to top, throughout her entire body, almost making her lose her balance and nearly collapse onto Jiang Feng’s face.

But she still forced herself to continue guiding, her breathing rapid, her eyes glazed over:

“Yes… but pay attention to your breathing… it, it needs to adjust with the other person’s rhythm… don’t rush, I’ll adjust…”

Her fingertips trembled slightly as they rested on Jiang Feng’s body.

Feeling the warmth of his body and the contours of his muscles, her heart beat faster and faster, almost leaping out of her chest.

Their breaths gradually intertwined.

Like entangled silk threads, inseparable.