165: Aunt Yiyun, call me brother...

Zheng Yiyun gasped violently, her chest heaving, her voice seemingly overflowing from her throat like a dream, filled with intense longing and pleading…

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it; such a direct request made her so ashamed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into…

But her body’s craving made it impossible for her to maintain her composure…

Hearing this, Jiang Feng smiled, turned Zheng Yiyun around so she faced the mirror, and then held her tightly from behind.

This reminded Jiang Feng of a time when he used to look after Zheng Yiyun’s little niece; he would hold her like this and urge her to pee.

Jiang Feng felt a bit nostalgic, wondering how that little girl was doing now; she must have grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman…

He lowered his head and kissed Zheng Yiyun’s earlobe, his hands moving possessively, his voice hoarse and ambiguous:

“Aunt Yi Yun, call me brother…”

Warm breath sprayed on her ear, carrying a strong desire that made Zheng Yiyun tremble all over.

Zheng Yiyun’s body instantly stiffened, unable to believe what she had heard!

“Xiao Feng! You… what did you say?”

Her voice carried a hint of panic and shyness, her cheeks as red as ripe apples, even her earlobes turning pink.

Zheng Yiyun felt her worldview had been overturned…

How could Jiang Feng make such an outrageous request?

Had Xiao Feng gone mad?

Or had she gone mad?

How could she say such a thing?

Her rationality told her to refuse immediately, to push away this crazy young man, but her body’s reaction betrayed her.

This… how was this possible?

She was, after all, Jiang Feng’s mother’s best friend, his elder…

A woman in her thirties, to call a junior ten years younger than herself ‘brother’?

Crazy!

This was simply too absurd, too embarrassing!

This, this was simply impossible!

She had never called any man ‘brother’ in her life!

She would rather call him ‘husband’ than ‘brother’!

Zheng Yiyun was screaming frantically inside, her rationality and desire locked in a fierce struggle.

She felt her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg; Jiang Feng’s request made her flustered.

This role-playing-like teasing made her both resistant and expectant…

Her rationality told her not to agree, but her body honestly tingled with a numb sensation…

She could feel Jiang Feng’s assertiveness, his refusal to be denied, which made her heart pound like a drum, and even her breathing became rapid.

Zheng Yiyun bit her lip, closing her eyes tightly, not daring to look at herself in the mirror, nor at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng gently blew on Zheng Yiyun’s ear, his tone carrying an undeniable dominance:

“Call me brother, or I’m going to sleep… That’s it for tonight!”

He deliberately stopped all actions, his fingertips merely brushing her skin, precisely whetting her appetite…

His eyes, however, were full of certainty, as if he had already foreseen the outcome, knowing she would definitely give in.

His fingertips remained tantalizingly close, feeling the slight tremor of the person in his arms…

Like a hunter who has caught the prey’s nervousness, patiently waiting for the final surrender.

Jiang Feng was certain that Zheng Yiyun couldn’t bear to give up this pleasure…

As a man of vast experience, he understood women, and he understood a widow like Zheng Yiyun even more.

Once she tasted the flavor of true desire, she would crave more and find it hard to stop…

Just like dry tinder meeting a flame, once a spark is ignited, there’s no worry about a blazing inferno not igniting.

Some widows who had been alone for many years were even like sodium; once they touched air, or even were thrown into water, they would catch fire and explode!!!

This sense of control made him feel completely at ease…

Watching a stunning beauty struggle, hesitate, and finally submit before him…

This was the hunter’s absolute control over the prey.

This feeling gave him immense satisfaction, making him prouder than earning a hundred million.

Jiang Feng’s lips curved into a playful smile, and his finger deliberately paused at her waist.

He could clearly feel Zheng Yiyun’s body instantly stiffen, followed by an even more noticeable tremor.

This was the charm of a top-tier scoundrel, always able to precisely grasp a woman’s weakness…

The system rated him as a slightly better simp than a warm man, but it didn’t know that this was a top-tier scoundrel, a widow killer, Jiang Feng!

He knew exactly when to be gentle, when to be firm, when to offer a sweet date, and when to wield the whip…

To deal with a woman like Zheng Yiyun, he had to use this half-coaxing, half-forcing method.

To make her fall deeper and deeper in shame and desire, until she even forgot how she fell into it…

Jiang Feng’s Adam’s apple subtly bobbed, his nostrils filled with the faint scent of Zheng Yiyun’s shower gel, mixed with her unique scent as a married woman, making the fire in his heart burn even fiercer.

Zheng Yiyun’s eyes reddened with urgency, the desire in her body growing wildly like ignited weeds.

Jiang Feng’s ambiguous attitude, neither here nor there, made her feel as painful and uncomfortable as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at her heart!

It was like something stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or spat out, even her breathing carried anxious heat.

It was even like those people going through drug withdrawal!

Zheng Yiyun felt as if she was about to be burned to death by the flames within her body.

Her rationality screamed at her to push away this young man ten years her junior.

But her body was like a magnet, involuntarily leaning into his embrace…

She hesitated for a long time, and finally, driven by desire, she said in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz:

“Bro… brother…”

Top-tier Scoundrel Jiang Feng VS Widow for Many Years, Little White Flower, Married Woman Zheng Yiyun.

Jiang Feng, an overwhelming victory!

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