151: I have to eat at least three times tonight to feel half full!

Zheng Yiyun felt his burning gaze, her heart filled with both joy and shyness.

It seemed that even though she was over thirty, she still had her charm.

Before, she had worried that Jiang Feng wouldn't like her because of her age, but now it seemed her worries were unfounded.

For Jiang Feng, whether it was a young girl like Zhang Qingning or a charming woman like Zheng Yiyun, both possessed their own unique appeal.

Only children make choices; adults want it all!

"It's... nothing..."

Zheng Yiyun gently shook her head, her voice as soft as a breeze.

She slowly lay down next to Jiang Feng, the steam from her body mixed with the faint scent of gardenias wafting over, fresh and alluring.

Her body was still trembling, her fingertips cold, yet she couldn't help but lean closer to Jiang Feng.

Then, she gently rested her head on Jiang Feng's chest, quietly feeling his strong and steady heartbeat, as if it were her most solid support at that moment.

Each beat seemed to soothe her flustered soul.

"Just now..."

She hesitated, her cheeks starting to flush again.

The blush spread to her earlobes like the evening glow in the sky.

The scenes and sensations from moments ago involuntarily replayed in her mind like a movie, constantly showing on a loop.

Her body instinctively snuggled into his embrace, like a docile kitten, delicate and lovable.

Her long hair fanned out on Jiang Feng's chest, gently rising and falling with his breathing, giving Jiang Feng a tingling sensation, as if a feather had lightly brushed his heart.

Jiang Feng gently stroked her long hair, his fingers threading through the strands, feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, his voice incredibly gentle:

"Yi Yun Auntie, you taught me very well, I've learned it all."

He deliberately emphasized the words "learned it all," his tone slightly rising, carrying a hint of slyness.

He watched Zheng Yiyun's earlobes instantly turn crimson, the smile in his heart growing deeper.

He was becoming more and more adept at this game of playing the pig to eat the tiger.

This alluring, exquisite beauty was already completely under his control.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, at his beck and call.

Zheng Yiyun was embarrassed by his words and burrowed into his embrace like a shy girl.

Her fingers drew circles on his chest, the movements gentle and ambiguous, her eyes hazy as if veiled in mist:

"Xiao Feng, you learn very quickly... a smart child like you, you grasp things instantly..."

She wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but her trembling voice betrayed her.

Her body still retained the tingling sensation from before, as if she was still immersed in the afterglow.

As she spoke, her breath lightly brushed Jiang Feng's cheek, bringing a tickle that made his heart itch too.

Jiang Feng leaned closer to her, deliberately rubbing his cheek against her hair, his voice tinged with curiosity:

"Yi Yun Auntie, now that I've learned this, what should I do next? Is there something else to learn?"

He feigned ignorance, yet a hint of anticipation lurked in his eyes, guiding the conversation towards a more intimate direction.

Zheng Yiyun's wildly beating heart paused for half a second at his words, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

The next second, her heart resumed beating, rapid as a drum, as if it would burst from her chest.

She instinctively reached out and nervously gripped Jiang Feng's arm, her fingers white from the effort.

In an instant, Zheng Yiyun's cheeks were flushed crimson, exquisitely alluring, and even her breathing became very rapid.

Under the moonlight, her eyes became even more hazy, even 'pulling threads' when she looked at Jiang Feng.

After a moment of silence, she finally gathered her courage:

"Next... of course, next is the main event..."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, yet it clearly reached Jiang Feng's ears, carrying a hint of shyness and anticipation, like a child waiting for candy.

These few words were like pebbles dropped into a calm lake, stirring ripples between the two of them.

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly thickened, the air seemed to solidify, leaving only their rapid breaths.

Zheng Yiyun gazed at Jiang Feng's handsome face in a daze, a demon whispering in her heart:

Go teach him the main event yourself!

Give it to him...

Forget all inhibitions!

That's the main event, a hundred times more wonderful and comfortable than what just happened!

Zheng Yiyun was desperately trying to maintain the crumbling wall of sanity in her mind.

Although she had just prepared a 'seafood feast' for Jiang Feng...

But for the 'main event,' she wasn't ready yet.

After all, she was Jiang Feng's elder, and the best friend of Jiang Feng's mother!

This hurdle was simply too difficult to cross, like an insurmountable chasm between her and Jiang Feng.

After all, she was a traditional woman herself.

She had never imagined such stimulating things would happen to her.

If the person wasn't Jiang Feng, the initial 'manual instruction' would never have started!

Or maybe, verbal instruction would suffice...

How did I get to this point? What should I do?

Zheng Yiyun was struggling intensely internally.

However, Jiang Feng had already made the decision for her.

Just kidding, a seafood feast couldn't satisfy Jiang Feng, this glutton!

Tonight, he needed at least three main courses to be even halfway full!

Jiang Feng's lips curved slightly into an almost imperceptible smile.

The smile was full of triumph.

He could clearly feel the beautiful woman in his arms' nervousness and anticipation, her struggle and hesitation.

It was time to make his move!

Jiang Feng gently lifted Zheng Yiyun's chin, making her gaze meet his.

Her eyes were beautiful, and at this moment, under the moonlight, they seemed even more watery, as if countless stars twinkled within them.

As their eyes met, it was as if electricity coursed through the air.

Jiang Feng's gaze was fervent and full of desire, like a burning flame, intending to melt Zheng Yiyun;

Zheng Yiyun's gaze, on the other hand, carried a hint of panic and shyness, yet subtly revealed a trace of longing, like a startled fawn, both afraid and expectant.

The conflict began!

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