22: Xiao Feng, you have really grown up.

“Mr. Jiang, good evening. I apologize for disturbing you. We have the latest progress to report to you. Our employee was lucky today and took a large number of photos after only one day of tracking. If you are free tomorrow, you can come to our company to take a look.”

“Alright.”

Liu Ruyan, your good days are over!

Jiang Feng hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Qingning, who was still in a daze:

“Let’s go.”

Jiang Feng led Zhang Qingning up the stairs step by step.

Upon reaching the doorstep, Jiang Feng cleverly let go of Zhang Qingning's hand while fumbling for his keys. She didn't notice anything amiss.

He hadn't even established a relationship with Zheng Yiyun and Zhang Qingning yet, so he couldn't let the two women have a Shura field, otherwise, their lives would be in danger!

“Aunt Yiyun, we’re home!”

The living room light was still on, clearly left on by Zheng Yiyun, who saw that the two of them hadn't returned home yet.

“Clap, clap.”

With a few sounds of slippers on the floor, Zheng Yiyun walked out of her room.

She seemed to have just finished showering; her hair was still a bit damp, and her pretty face seemed flushed from the heat.

Zheng Yiyun was wearing a silk camisole nightgown, revealing a hint of spring. A few drops of water were playing on the astonishing curve of her fair, sexy collarbone, sliding down.

Jiang Feng was well-traveled, but he had rarely seen such a perfectly proportioned, exquisite figure like Zheng Yiyun's.

Most of them were artificial, but Zheng Yiyun's was purely natural with no additives!

He once chatted with a million-follower internet celebrity.

According to her, 'micro-do' doesn't count as 'do,' but her entire body was 70% modified, making her a super artificial human, which almost triggered his uncanny valley effect.

But Zheng Yiyun, this type of charming, top-tier mature woman, was truly perfect...

Jiang Feng felt his mouth dry, and his scoundrel nature was almost impossible to suppress!

“You’re back? Go up and take a shower and sleep, it’s getting late.”

“Mm…”

Zhang Qingning responded first, walking upstairs with a heavy heart.

As soon as she returned to her room, she seemed to lose all her strength and immediately flopped onto the soft bed.

“Wuwu… how could this happen…”

Zhang Qingning buried her head in the quilt, wailing softly, her smooth, fair little feet flailing, kicking her slippers far away.

Her pristine white dress draped down under the force of gravity.

“Sister Qingning, your lips are really soft, sweet, and fragrant…”

Jiang Feng’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

“Ah! How embarrassing!”

Zhang Qingning picked up a nearby doll and kept hitting it. After hitting it for a while, she got tired and then hugged a pillow, rolling and flailing on the bed like a little fish.

“I seem to be falling more and more in love with Xiao Feng. He is pure, kind, tall, and handsome… What should I do…”

After a few wails, Zhang Qingning hugged the pillow and began a new round of rolling and flailing until she was so tired she fell into a deep sleep.

Downstairs, Jiang Feng stared at Zheng Yiyun's watery eyes, thinking about what might happen next, and immediately felt his mouth go dry.

“Aunt Yiyun, then I’ll go back to my room now?”

Even the ultimate scoundrel could maintain his persona under the allure of extreme beauty.

Right now, he was a pure and kind good boy.

“Wait a moment…”

Zheng Yiyun stopped Jiang Feng.

She looked conflicted, opening her cherry lips several times to speak, but still couldn't bring herself to say it.

“Aunt Yiyun, what’s wrong? Are your feet uncomfortable? Should I give you a massage?”

Jiang Feng thoughtfully gave her an out.

“Ah? Oh, oh, oh, yes… yes, come to my room and help me rub them for a bit.”

Zheng Yiyun took the hint. She thought, first let Xiao Feng into the room, and then begin the secret lessons.

“Okay.”

Jiang Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, while Zheng Yiyun leaned against the headboard, stretching out her plump, straight long legs onto Jiang Feng's lap.

“Shall I start?”

“Mm…”

Jiang Feng massaged diligently.

Jiang Feng looked up: “How is it? Do you need me to be gentler?”

“Mm… Be gentler, I’m afraid of pain…”

Zheng Yiyun quietly watched the focused Jiang Feng, and an unbidden thought popped into her mind: Xiao Feng is really handsome, pure, and kind.

The scent of hormones in the air grew stronger and stronger. Zheng Yiyun felt herself starting to have difficulty breathing, her whole body flushed and hot, and she even felt a little dizzy.

“Xiao Feng smells so good!”

She secretly shifted her body, leaning down to greedily inhale the intoxicating hormonal scent.

Jiang Feng remained calm, watching silently.

“Alright, Aunt Yiyun, you should rest now. I’ve thought about it enough for tonight. Massaging for too long isn’t good for your body.”

Jiang Feng feigned getting up to leave.

As the Whip Woman and ultimate scoundrel, his flirtatious teasing was ingrained in his bones.

“Wait!”

As expected, Zheng Yiyun ultimately couldn't suppress the fire in her heart and called out to Jiang Feng.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just, it’s just that I said… tonight, I’d teach you some adult knowledge and skills…”

Zheng Yiyun bit her red lip, stammering:

“Have… have you ever taught yourself massage?”

After speaking, she let out a long breath, as if she had said something heavy, feeling completely relieved.

Jiang Feng frowned, his face innocent: “Massage? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Come on, Auntie will teach you personally. Relax, don’t be scared.”

Zheng Yiyun took Jiang Feng’s arm and then pulled him into her embrace.

“First…”

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