150: The seafood buffet doesn’t satisfy your cravings, so you still need a full meal

There's an idiom called 'lingering sound around the beam', but at this moment, Zheng Yiyun seemed to have invented a new idiom—'lingering charm around the body'.

That lingering, poignant aftertaste, like a light veil, wrapped around her, refusing to dissipate.

That strange sensation, like fine stitches, threaded through her nerve endings, stitch by stitch, neither too fast nor too slow, constantly teasing her cerebral cortex, bringing wave after wave of subtle shivers...

But now, just thinking about the intimate contact she had with Jiang Feng earlier, that numbing sensation surged like a rising tide, completely engulfing her.

A numbing sensation continuously assailed her from bottom to top, like an electric current coursing through her entire body...

The electric current that shot up from her tailbone crawled up her spine and spread throughout her body, making her breath increasingly rapid and her legs so weak they felt boneless.

Zheng Yiyun felt both ashamed and flustered: "This... what on earth is going on... How did I become like this?"

She was still wearing red-soled high heels, and losing her balance, Zheng Yiyun's delicate body trembled, and she slumped to the floor.

Fortunately, the curve behind her was plump enough to act as a cushion...

If it were a thin person, this fall might have injured their tailbone.

The bathroom tiles were ice-cold, and the chill instantly penetrated her skin.

She subconsciously reached out to steady herself, trying to support her swaying body.

In this small, enclosed space, her rapid breathing was exceptionally clear, as if it were the frantic drumbeat of her inner turmoil, striking again and again.

The red-soled high heels hung crookedly on her feet, looking so disheveled, yet amidst this disarray, there was a unique allure...

Her waterfall-like hair clung messily to her pretty face, already damp with cold sweat, making her appear all the more pitiful.

Why was there a fishy smell in the bathroom?

Zheng Yiyun subconsciously licked her lips; the tip of her tongue seemed to still retain a trace of his breath.

That strange yet alluring scent made her heart race, as if countless little insects were crawling around inside her, disturbing her body and mind!

Zheng Yiyun tried to stand up, but her legs were as soft as overcooked noodles, and every movement sent waves of numbness through her...

This numbing sensation not only did not subside but spread out in ripples.

This made her breathing increasingly rapid, as if she was about to suffocate.

Fortunately, the coolness of the tiles permeated her fair skin, slightly alleviating the heat in her body.

It was like pouring a basin of cold water on a raging fire, making her slightly more clear-headed.

But the desire surging in her heart was like a wild horse unbridled, impossible to suppress.

She secretly groaned in her heart:

"How could I have made such a move just now! It's so embarrassing! It's over... Little Feng must think I'm a perverted woman..."

Zheng Yiyun slowly looked up at her flushed face in the mirror.

The beauty in the mirror had disheveled hair, lips that were plump and moist, eyes that seemed to melt, and a never-before-seen hazy spring charm in their depths...

"Is... is this still me?"

This proper appearance made her feel both shy and inexplicably excited...

The shyness was like a thin veil, gently concealing the desire in her heart, while the excitement was like an undercurrent, surging in her depths.

"I'm really crazy..."

Zheng Yiyun murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a dream.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she caressed her burning cheeks; the temperature of her skin and the heat in her mouth seemed to remind her of everything that had just happened.

But when she thought of Jiang Feng's warmth, his breath carrying male hormones, and his unique scent.

Zheng Yiyun's body couldn't help but tremble, as if struck by an electric current; every cell was cheering.

After a while, Zheng Yiyun took a deep breath, then leaned on the sink and managed to stand up.

But her legs were still weak, as if she were stepping on cotton.

She could only lean against the wall and slowly walk to the mirror.

Looking at her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips in the mirror, she suddenly felt that this version of herself was both strange and alluring.

As if a door to a new world had opened...

She used to read erotica, and the women in them were all so uninhibited, which she had scoffed at, thinking it was just artistic embellishment.

It was impossible for anyone to be like that!

Neither before nor when she was mining did she ever think she would be addicted to such things.

But just now, just now, she hadn't even started the main act, only teaching the 96th technique, and it actually made her crave more...

Once was far from enough...

Zheng Yiyun never expected that the usually pure and kind Little Feng would be like a fierce beast, and so skilled at that...

Is this talent?

Or did she teach him well?

She didn't suspect at all that Jiang Feng was a seasoned scoundrel...

This was also normal, after all, Jiang Feng was a pure, good student in his first half of life.

Who would have thought that in just a few days, he would become a top-tier scoundrel?

This is unscientific...

Moonlight, like gauze, quietly spilled through the gaps in the bathroom blinds, outlining mottled light and shadow on the floor.

Zheng Yiyun washed her face, the cool water flowing down her cheeks, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.

Afterward, she leaned against the wall and slowly walked, step by step, towards Jiang Feng's bedroom.

Her steps were still a little unsteady, as if she were walking on clouds.

Zheng Yiyun gently pushed open the door, her red-soled high heels tapping on the floor, making a 'da-da' sound, yet it seemed to strike Jiang Feng's heart.

Moonlight streamed in through the curtain gaps, like a silver wedding dress, gently draped over her...

Even if Zheng Yiyun was a fairy descending to the mortal world, tonight she had to become Jiang Feng's bride!

Zheng Yiyun looked at Jiang Feng's half-smile, her eyes becoming even more hazy, like a pool of spring water, shimmering, as if hiding endless amorous thoughts.

Her cheeks had the moist luster from just washing, tinged with a faint pink blush, luscious and inviting...

Even her lips appeared exceptionally rosy, like ripe cherries, tempting to pluck.

Making one unable to resist wanting to kiss her beautiful face...

Zheng Yiyun walked to the bedside, the water droplets on her pretty face and neck sparkling under the moonlight, like a layer of crushed diamonds, utterly alluring.

The water droplets slid down her fair neck, like agile sprites, disappearing into the deep cleavage in front of her.

That breathtaking expanse of fair skin was faintly visible under the moonlight, as if whispering endless temptation.

This reignited the desire in Jiang Feng's heart, like dry wood meeting a raging fire...

Auntie Yi Yun is becoming more and more alluring...

There's no other way, I must devour her tonight.

Jiang Feng feigned concern and asked:

"Auntie Yi Yun... are you, are you alright?"

Although he had just finished an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet, now that he saw Zheng Yiyun in this state, he felt even hungrier...

Delicious is delicious, but it doesn't satisfy the craving... He still needed the main course.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng moved over to make room for Zheng Yiyun, but his eyes unreservedly scrutinized her alluring body.

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