Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 256 - 191. Slash-and-burn farming is unscientific

In the dimly lit private room, only one man and two women remained.

The upbeat background music continued, yet the atmosphere in the room inevitably took a subtle turn.

Despite no one speaking, the air felt like a water-filled balloon, ready to burst with the slightest touch, its tension teetering on collapse.

The jukebox kept playing, ready to play whatever was selected.

But how should this...

How do we start?

Should I make the first move?

Yu Qingyue suddenly felt her throat go dry, avoiding eye contact with Lu Jincheng’s gaze, she subconsciously bit her lip and looked down.

"Miao Miao."

Lu Jincheng gestured toward the door of the private room with his mouth.

Mou Keyan understood him perfectly, getting the hint immediately.

She propped herself up from the center of the sofa and stood up, her hips swaying under her skirt as she left them with her retreating figure.

The door was blocked.

As everyone knows, in a business venue like a KTV, even the most luxurious private room doors are not allowed to be locked.

The clever senior sister pulled over a stool, placing it firmly against the door and gracefully sitting on it.

Done!

No one could come in now.

The invasive Peeping Toms, the uninvited waiters, the masseuses who entered the wrong room...

All were now kept out.

Having Fairy Miao personally ensure their safety was a thoughtful touch by the boss.

Yu Qingyue extended her arm, took an empty cup, poured some soda, and gulped it down.

Whew...

A chill streaked through her throat, traveling down the esophagus to her belly.

In just half a minute, she felt relieved from her rigid state, as though her nerves had eased.

Mr. Lu was really different.

Once more, Yu Qingyue experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.

The icy coldness was from the soda, the warm and cozy sensation was a feeling of safety.

He was indeed playing a daring game, yet he seemed to have no predatory ambition.

Like a refined gentleman, every move he made was filled with tenderness and patience, nothing like an impetuous eighteen-year-old.

He could easily strip her bare, yet he was in no rush!

However...

Do I... Do I lack charm?

Yu Qingyue pursed her lips, for the first time lifting her chin to meet Lu Jincheng’s gaze head-on.

Eye to eye.

The clarion call to action.

And so, she watched as Lu Jincheng stood up from a short distance away and sat next to her with a gentle, subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.

He sat very close, thigh against thigh, and even through the long skirt, she felt a distressing male charisma.

"Do you want to do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

He was too close.

This little game was nothing like the previous one with juice and milk.

Last time, she kept her eyes shut the whole time, plus her sisters surrounded her, watching intently. She was so embarrassed she couldn’t take a proper look at Mr. Lu’s expression.

This time, the man with clearly defined facial features and a tall, strong physique, a deceptively gentle-looking handsome boss, sat right in front of her.

He was about to hold her, returning to basics, to dance cheek to cheek.

The rush of excitement nearly stopped her breathing.

"Mr. Lu... you go ahead."

Her cheeks flushed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Alright."

Lu Jincheng chuckled quietly, patted Yu Qingyue’s thigh, getting ready.

A skilled butcher makes clean cuts, a practiced surgeon knows where to slice, and experience is the best teacher.

Getting girls on track, helping lost souls find enlightenment, assisting ladies in redressing...

This was his comfortable zone.

To ease the girl’s nerves, Mr. Lu lowered his head, leaned over, and captured Yu Qingyue’s pair of feet.

"Eh..."

The young girl gasped, her instincts telling her to retract her legs, but she obediently kept them still.

Mou Keyan craned her neck, keen to see how the hunter would catch the doe, finding every innocent move of the young girl endearing.

"So pretty~"

Below the strapless dress, a pair of delicate, smooth legs glowed, their dainty curves alluring.

Her feet were soon freed from the white wedge shoes, and unlike her sisters’ sexy-styled stockings, Yu Qingyue’s bare toes were cute and smooth.

Her feet were held gently in his hands, examined closely.

"...don’t keep staring..."

Yu Qingyue, unaccustomed to this scenario, took a deep breath as a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, the pallor tinged with the trace of sunset.

The delicacy, the intricacy of her charm, now tightly wound, was stretched to the limit as he played with her arched foot.

The bending and straightening of her feet seemed to resonate with the low murmurs of pleasure within Yu Qingyue.

Hmmph, men, big pig trotters.

Again, this posture.

Mou Keyan watched as Mr. Lu deftly held them, the familiar action giving her a sense of déjà vu.

It wasn’t until he lightly tapped on Yu Qingyue’s feet, causing her to flush and her voice to involuntarily start moaning, that Mou Keyan realized what was happening.

"Don’t..."

Yu Qingyue squinted her eyes, tensing her arches, entwining her legs.

The main course hadn’t even started, and her lips already took on an enticing curl, slightly parted.

She couldn’t control her breathing.

Her pearly white teeth, tender gums, and the tip of her tongue appeared, exhaling dazed breaths.

"Do you really not want it?"

Lu Jincheng stopped his hands, turning his gaze to her, his look both questioning and teasing.

"Should I stop?"

He was ready to stop at just removing a pair of shoes. What did that mean?

Am I really that bad?

Could I really have no appeal at all to the boss?

Yu Qingyue shook her head, responding softly.

"Don’t... don’t stop."

"Alright, then turn around."

Most long dresses are basically designed the same way.

The zipper is either at the back or near the waist under the arm.

Yu Qingyue, barefoot with her jade-like feet, knelt on the sofa and obediently turned around.

Her back faced the man, and her gaze collided with that of Mou Keyan, who watched the spectacle unfold with amusement.

The senior from Golden Stone Media held a teasing smile in her eyes and gave a playful wink from her left eye as if to encourage her.

Blushing, she turned her head away.

The thoughts of a girl are often so perplexing, even she herself can’t fathom them.

"Elephant’s Journey" once wrote, our attitude towards elephants is much like a lovesick young girl waiting for her boyfriend.

Hoping he would come, yet fearing he wouldn’t, and even more afraid of his reckless advances.

Yu Qingyue was feeling just as conflicted.

Hoping to get closer to the man yet fearing her own lack of allure, and even more afraid he wouldn’t care about doing it in public.

But the conflict didn’t last long.

Because from the beginning to the end, the pace, be it fast or slow, was entirely in Mr. Lu’s hands.

He wouldn’t give her the chance to dwell on her troubles, instead, he would take her slowly sinking emotions and walk them towards the brambles of desire.

Zip!

Gentleness vanished, patience seemed unnecessary with her back turned.

The zipper was pulled swiftly from top to bottom in a second, revealing large expanses of fair skin amidst the pale blue.

Yu Qingyue felt a chill on her back and suddenly realized what had happened.

The one-piece strapless dress began to fall.

Before she could decide how to react, the fastening that held her 36E bust was pinched by the passing fingers of the man, tightening and loosening in an instant, and abruptly snapped open.

So... so fast.

Yu Qingyue crossed her arms over her chest, clenched her teeth, and tried hard to control herself from making any strange noises.

The man was like an elegant pianist, playing from A2 to C5, from caressing jade feet to leaving behind the last piece of fabric, from tenderness to aggressiveness.

Mou Keyan’s eyes widened as well.

This, this, this...

The little game was nothing but the tip of the iceberg.

Qingyue’s figure was insanely provocative!

"Fuck!"

It wasn’t just Mou Keyan that was shocked. Even Mr. Lu, experienced and worldly, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration at the sight of her silhouette.

"Qingyue, your face and figure, they don’t seem to match, do they?"

The same colored intimate fabric that matched her top, in the dim light, outlined captivating curves on both sides of her chest and hips.

He had never imagined, behind Yu Qingyue’s innocent and obedient façade, lay such a fantastical body.

36E didn’t even begin to describe it, it was like the ultimate upgraded version, a dream figure for homebodies – in perfect proportion, with flesh in all the right places.

Whether it was the thickness of her arms, the curvature of her waist, or the gap between her legs, the sensation of flesh upon flesh filled one with longing.

"I... I didn’t even realize."

Indeed, her nearly 170 cm height stood out.

Clothes not only made her look thinner, but she often appeared abstinent with her glasses on during her visits to the chemistry lab.

The world is filled with too many unscientific things: slender branches bearing heavy fruit, small bears with big behinds, and innocent-looking Yu Qingyue harboring a sin.

Lu Jincheng’s passion flared. He stripped off his own attire in a couple of swift moves and pulled her into the middle of the empty private room.

Barefoot, she kissed the sleek marble floor.

Yu Qingyue kept her head down throughout, her cheeks steaming as if with vapor, which spread from her snowy face down her slender neck to her round shoulders, coloring her collarbones, and beyond.

"Qingyue, are you nervous?"

"Mmm... a little."

Yu Qingyue still didn’t dare look up. Even though they were only a whisper away, she had exhausted all her remaining courage by simply not covering her chest.

Not to mention looking at the man by her side.

Her heartbeat hammered like drumbeats, the alcohol turning into bubbles that almost made her dizzy on the spot.

Seeing this, Lu Jincheng didn’t say much, still holding her hand in a well-mannered manner, maintaining a polite distance.

He snapped his fingers.

"Miao Miao!"

"Aye~"

Beside him, Mou Keyan responded with a smile.

"Come here, set an example for your little sister."

"Huh?"

Mou Keyan was startled.

"She’s a bit too stiff, the jukebox is jamming, come and sing with her."

"I mean, I..."

For the first time, Yu Qingyue saw Fairy Miao with such an expression.

Adorably shy, seemingly pushing away yet welcoming.

"Hurry up!"

"Alright, alright."

Since she had agreed, the senior sister moved quickly, boldly freeing herself from constraints. Her eyes were brimming with allure, and her hands worked with unambiguous speed.

Red off-shoulder top, white body-hugging dress, classic Roger Vivier comma heels...

One after another, fashionable and sensual garments were neatly stacked together.

Yu Qingyue watched, spellbound.

The person she dreamt of becoming...

The glittering figure of her dreams...

Her dream, Mou Keyan.

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The jukebox, unstoppable in song.

As the last piece of fabric was boldly removed right in front of her, Yu Qingyue let go of all burdens and concerns.

She could actually do it!

She hadn’t agreed to a wager, she was simply trying to help herself!

"Come here."

Mr. Lu opened his arms and enveloped both girls in his embrace.

Back to primitive society, back to the natural jungle.

Everyone returned to the time of men plowing and women weaving, facing each other honestly beside the campfire.

Left arm around Mou Keyan, right arm holding Yu Qingyue.

Only by holding them could he appreciate such supreme beauty.

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