163: I admit it...

Zheng Yiyun's eyes darted around in a panic, yet she couldn't help but be drawn to the scene in the mirror and Jiang Feng's burning gaze, her body involuntarily leaning closer to him.

Zheng Yiyun felt her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg, and every breath she took was filled with scalding heat...

She could clearly see her flushed cheeks, her hazy eyes, and those ambiguous marks, each silently speaking of her surrender.

This feeling of being forced to confront her own desires made her both ashamed and stimulated, even her fingertips trembled slightly.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yiyun's cheeks instantly turned crimson, like a cooked shrimp.

She quickly lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the panic in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly, and with a hint of relief:

"Stop talking...I know...I admit it..."

She finally stopped being stubborn, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, yet it clearly reached Jiang Feng's ears.

After Zheng Yiyun said this, she felt all the strength drain from her body.

Admitting her desire, though shameful, also brought a sense of relief.

She no longer had to painstakingly pretend, no longer had to maintain a dignified facade in front of Jiang Feng...

Jiang Feng gently kissed her earlobe, his tone ambiguous: "Yi Yun Auntie...admit what? Tell me specifically!"

Zheng Yiyun took a deep breath, gathering her courage to look up at Jiang Feng.

Her large eyes were watery, reflecting Jiang Feng's handsome face.

"I admit...I like Xiao Feng...and I like that Xiao Feng loves me, it's really comfortable!"

Jiang Feng looked at her finally admitting it, a surge of triumph in his heart.

He watched Zheng Yiyun's shy appearance with satisfaction, knowing that he had finally completely breached her psychological defense.

This feeling of making a dignified woman shed all her pretenses in front of him greatly satisfied his desire for conquest.

"I also like Yi Yun Auntie, and, Auntie, you are really delicious!"

Zheng Yiyun didn't answer, she just nodded slightly, burying her face deeper.

She knew she had been awkward before, but facing Jiang Feng's gentle offensive, she really couldn't resist...

Now that he had exposed her pretense, although she was a little embarrassed, there was an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart, like a heavy burden had been lifted.

Zheng Yiyun sighed softly in her heart, perhaps she should have been like this long ago...

Why live so tired, so suppressed?

What's wrong with admitting that she likes to be loved, that she likes this feeling of happiness?

Jiang Feng's appearance was like a ray of light, illuminating her dim life, allowing her to feel the taste of being loved again, a feeling she endlessly craved.

Jiang Feng looked at her shy appearance, a stir in his heart; he lowered his head and kissed her neck, leaving ambiguous red plum marks, his hands began to move, bringing a shiver.

Zheng Yiyun's body instantly stiffened, then softened as if boneless...a subtle, lingering hum escaped her throat.

Jiang Feng could clearly feel the changes in Zheng Yiyun's body, knowing that she had completely succumbed.

This usually dignified and proper Auntie, at this moment in his arms, was like a docile kitten, allowing him to do as he pleased.

This feeling made his heart itch, his desire reignited, making Jiang Feng unable to resist pinching that roundness hard.

"Mm!"

Zheng Yiyun could feel her body heating up, as if thrown into a furnace.

Her heart pounded as if it would explode, every breath accompanied by hurried gasps...

Like a small boat floating on the sea, rising and falling with the waves, completely lost its direction...

Reason had long been submerged, leaving only the most primitive desire madly spreading in her heart.

She no longer resisted, no longer pretended, letting herself indulge in this extreme pleasure, her hands unconsciously wrapped around Jiang Feng's neck, her nails gently digging into his back.

"Xiao Feng..."

Zheng Yiyun's voice was tinged with a gasp; she could feel that strange sensation beginning to spread again, making her unable to resist.

"Yi Yun Auntie, you are so beautiful..."

Jiang Feng's voice was a little hoarse, full of desire.

He lowered his head and looked at Zheng Yiyun's shy appearance, at her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, his heart filled with possessiveness.

"Bad Xiao Feng...This is the last time!"

Zheng Yiyun playfully scolded, but her voice held little conviction, instead carrying a hint of anticipation.

She knew that what she said was futile; facing Jiang Feng's teasing, she had no resistance at all.

But she still couldn't help but say it, as if to preserve her last shred of dignity.

After speaking, Zheng Yiyun just gently closed her eyes, silently feeling Jiang Feng's tenderness.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, yet she couldn't resist this long-lost warmth and affection.

Zheng Yiyun felt as if she was in a beautiful dream; in the dream, there was Jiang Feng's warm embrace, extreme pleasure, and the feeling of being loved.

Jiang Feng watched her close her eyes, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

He knew that Zheng Yiyun had completely succumbed and could no longer escape his grasp.

"Yi Yun Auntie, don't close your eyes, you have to look at the mirror...look at us..."

"Mm..."

Jiang Feng lowered his head and kissed Zheng Yiyun, incredibly gentle, like spring rain nourishing the earth, prying open the city gates, playfully frolicking, greedily drawing sweetness.

He was ready to complete the check-in task—in front of the full-length mirror.

Zheng Yiyun initially struggled slightly, then gradually became completely immersed in the kiss, responding passionately, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, fearing he would leave.

Their breaths intertwined, the air filled with a dense, ambiguous aura, like an impenetrable fog.

After a long while, Zheng Yiyun looked at the mirror with hazy eyes.

Her skin glowed alluringly in the moonlight, like fine mutton-fat jade bathed in moonlight.

Her body trembled slightly, her ample chest rising and falling dramatically with her breathing.

Her waist was slender, her hips rounded, her legs long; every part exuded the charm of a mature woman, beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble.

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