166: Brother~

Jiang Feng held Zheng Yiyun in front of the full-length mirror.

Tiny beads of sweat clung to Zheng Yiyun's eyelashes, trembling like dewdrops on a butterfly's wings.

She buried her face in Jiang Feng's neck, murmuring in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"Ge... Gege..."

Her voice was laced with deep shyness, and a hint of enchanting charm she herself hadn't noticed.

The trailing sound trembled slightly, like a feather tickling the heart.

After saying that, Zheng Yiyun felt all her strength drain away, her cheeks so hot they could fry an egg.

This mortifying address made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into...

Zheng Yiyun could clearly feel the vibration of Jiang Feng's chest, knowing he was laughing, which made her even shier...

Annoyed, she couldn't help but bite Jiang Feng's neck, but at the last moment, she couldn't bring herself to do it hard, only gnawing lightly.

She was clearly an elder, yet she was forced by a junior to call him Gege; if word got out, her neighbors would probably laugh their teeth off...

Yet, a strange sweetness welled up in her heart...

As a stunning woman in her thirties, time had been exceptionally kind to her.

She retained the delicate skin of a young girl while also possessing the unique charm of a mature woman.

Her figure was graceful, her curves exquisite, her waist so slender it seemed it could snap with a pinch, yet her upper and lower body were astonishingly full.

Every gesture exuded a captivating allure, every glance, every movement, revealed the gentle elegance and charm of a mature woman...

Zheng Yiyun looked at her flushed cheeks in the mirror and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar.

The woman in the mirror had eyes that sparkled, a shy smile on her lips, and her entire body glowed with an inviting rosy hue, like rouge spreading on fine Xuan paper.

...Where was any trace of her usual dignified and composed demeanor?

Only then did she realize that in front of Jiang Feng, she had long lost the demeanor of an elder...

She knew she had completely fallen for him; in front of this young man, who was nominally her best friend's son, she no longer had the composure and modesty of an elder...

However, Jiang Feng didn't let her off the hook so easily; instead, he deliberately put on a stern face and intentionally tickled her waist with his finger.

"Yi Yun Auntie... what are you saying? I didn't hear you, speak louder!"

His voice was teasing, and as he watched her body tremble slightly from the tickle, the smile on his lips deepened.

Zheng Yiyun felt like she was going crazy; this brat clearly understood everything, yet he insisted on teasing her like this, deliberately making her embarrassed...

She gave Jiang Feng an annoyed glare, her eyes shimmering with a hint of water, adding to her charm.

That look wasn't annoyance at all; it clearly carried a hint of coquetry...

"Gege!"

Zheng Yiyun's voice trembled with a do-or-die resolve, her trailing sound still lingering with unspent charm.

After shouting that, she wished she could bury her face in the deepest part of Jiang Feng's embrace, her burning cheeks pressed against his firm chest, clearly feeling his strong heartbeat.

Zheng Yiyun felt like she was going to burn up; that single word had almost exhausted all her courage.

The dignity and self-possession she had maintained for over thirty years crumbled at this moment, leaving only the shyness and panic of a young girl.

Jiang Feng chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitting through their touching skin, spreading like an electric current throughout Zheng Yiyun's body, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"Hey! Auntie, Meimei, you're so good..."

He looked at her reddened earlobes and slightly trembling eyelashes, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Feng lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against Zheng Yiyun's earlobe:

"Then Yi Yun Meimei, tell Gege... what does Meimei want Gege to do next?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet his gaze was like a hunter's, locked onto his prey.

He could feel the body in his arms instantly tense, and her breathing quicken.

Zheng Yiyun's fingers gripped Jiang Feng's back tightly, her knuckles white.

She buried her face deeper, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"I, I don't know..."

Despite her words, her body honestly leaned closer into Jiang Feng's embrace.

Her heart pounded as if it would leap from her throat; she could clearly hear her own drumming heartbeat, and her cheeks were astonishingly hot.

"You don't know, huh? Alright then... it seems Yi Yun Meimei doesn't like it... Then let's forget it. It's getting late, let's go back to sleep together..."

Jiang Feng deliberately loosened his embrace slightly, feigning to turn and leave, his tone regretful, but a cunning smile hidden in his eyes.

He understood women too well, especially mature women like Zheng Yiyun, who had lived a secluded life and yearned to be cherished; playing hard to get was always the most effective tactic.

"No, don't!"

Zheng Yiyun subconsciously hugged Jiang Feng's neck tightly, afraid he would really leave, her soft body pressing closely against him.

She could feel her voice catching, the shyness almost bringing tears to her eyes, but the fear in her heart was even greater.

She was afraid Jiang Feng would truly stop there, afraid this brief tenderness would end.

This realization made her even more flustered; she could only cling to him desperately, like grasping a life raft.

The smile on Jiang Feng's lips deepened; he knew it would be like this.

He gently patted her back, his tone coaxing: "Then... Yi Yun Meimei, what do you want to do?"

Zheng Yiyun's face was buried in his neck, her scorching breath fanning his skin.

Zheng Yiyun bit her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, then gathered her courage and said in an almost inaudible voice:

"I, I want you, I want you to love me..."

"And the address?"

Jiang Feng persisted, his fingers gently caressing her back.

This sentence was like the final straw, completely breaking Zheng Yiyun's psychological defense.

"I want Jiang Feng, I want my good Gege, to love me!"

Zheng Yiyun finally shed all her modesty, her voice choked with tears, yet filled with longing.

After saying that, Zheng Yiyun felt all the blood rush to her head, her cheeks so hot they could cook an egg.

"Good girl, Gege, of course, loves you!"

Jiang Feng chuckled softly, no longer restraining himself.

Jiang Feng lifted her high, pressing her back against the full-length mirror, finding a point of leverage.

The dim moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, outlining her exquisite curves, like a work of art carved from white jade.

Zheng Yiyun's cheeks were flushed, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes, her eyes hazy, with a hint of shyness and anticipation.

The air in the room gradually grew hot, and an ambiguous aura permeated the atmosphere.

Zheng Yiyun's breathing became more and more rapid, and her body grew scorching hot.

Tiny whimpers escaped her lips, carrying an unconcealable joy and shyness.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only her body's most primal reactions.

Under Jiang Feng's tenderness, she completely succumbed, forgetting all worries and shame, only wanting more love and warmth...

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