I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 542 - 356: The Secret_2
Chapter 542 -356: The Secret_2
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Luo Bingying bit her lower lip and shifted backwards, “Didn’t you just check? There’s nothing underneath.”
“Don’t you usually wear anything to sleep?”
Shen Yuan asked with interest.
“It’s not like that, it’s just that today my pajamas and underwear got wet in the bathroom.”
“You can fool Zhou Peiwei but not me. How could they get wet when the clothes rack is so far from the bathtub and shower head?”
Shen Yuan hooked her chin, “It’s best you tell the truth in front of me.”
Luo Bingying’s reality was pierced, and her body trembled as she bit her lower lip and said, “Weiwei is almost done bathing.”
“She should still take a while, I just heard the sound of her running a bath.”
Shen Yuan removed his hand from the neckline of her bathrobe and gently slid one corner off her shoulder, revealing her creamy skin.
Luo Bingying quickly covered herself, her expression still one of disgust, but Shen Yuan could see fear and panic in her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Shen Yuan softly called.
Luo Bingying hung her head and did not respond; Shen Yuan emphasized, “Look at me.”
Luo Bingying hesitated, then lifted her face and also lifted her shoulder, trying to wear the bathrobe again.
Shen Yuan held her shoulder and slid his hand down, brushing her fragrant shoulder and gently removing her hand.
Luo Bingying had been touched by Shen Yuan before, but it was the first time she was unprotected like this in front of him, which made her feel unbearably ashamed.
“Shen Yuan, are you playing with me?”
Luo Bingying bit her lower lip, her eyes showing some resistance, and her austere demeanor became even more pronounced.
“You misunderstood.”
Shen Yuan’s fingertips danced around the edges, almost reaching her curves before he timely pulled back.
Luo Bingying’s body trembled, feeling both afraid of his hand reaching towards her and afraid of it not reaching…
Her arches tensed, it was an indescribable discomfort.
Shen Yuan also didn’t plan to explicitly teach her, some things change their nature once spoken, but Luo Bingying should gradually enjoy the subtleties of it.
His gaze shifted to Luo Bingying’s head.
[NPC: Luo Bingying]
[Feel-good Index: 71]
[XP: Hand fetish (likes slender, bony, strong, flexible, and coordinated fingers), enjoys physical interruptions, especially during studying or serious work, hot-bodied…]
Hand fetish?
Shen Yuan paused for a second, suddenly understanding why Luo Bingying often stared at his hands.
At first, he thought Luo Bingying was too shy to meet his gaze, but it turned out to be a peculiar preference.
Next, enjoys disturbances during serious moments… This kind of disturbance might not be the static type; it turns out Luo Bingying, who seems so reserved, also has some unique quirks.
As for being warm-bodied, Shen Yuan had experienced it before; this nicely complemented Sister Pei Wei’s water-like physique.
Since Bingo likes fingers, then it’s my undeniable duty… Shen Yuan lifted his other hand, pried open her teeth with his fingers, and directly plunged in.
“Mm…”
At first, Luo Bingying was dissatisfied, then her brows furrowed in pain, but later, Shen Yuan saw a hint of relief and pleasure in her eyes.
When the sound of water draining from the bath finally reached them, Shen Yuan finally released his hands and whispered in Luo Bingying’s ear, “Wait for Weiwei to fall asleep tonight, around half past twelve, and come to my room.”
Luo Bingying recoiled and shook her head, “It’s no good, Weiwei will notice.”
“Are you sure you won’t come?”
“Weiwei is a light sleeper, I’m really afraid of waking her, and, and… I usually sleep early…”
Luo Bingying stammered.
“Then I’ll just have to come to your bedroom myself.”
Shen Yuan lifted his chin, “It’s pitch dark anyway, if I find the wrong person, don’t blame me.”
Shen Yuan knew Luo Bingying didn’t sleep last night, so he deliberately said this.
Luo Bingying bit her lower lip, conflicted. She didn’t want to come herself, but she also didn’t want Weiwei to be involved, which was troublesome…
“Well, if not me, then who? Weiwei, let me suffer in your stead.”
Luo Bingying sighed in resignation and gritted her teeth in agreement, “Alright.”
…
After Zhou Peiwei finished her bath, her skin was flush with a healthy pink glow. She was about to apply a face mask when she noticed Luo Bingying was lying in bed, her cheeks even redder than hers from just bathing.
“Bingying, why are your cheeks so red? Do you have a fever?”
Zhou Peiwei walked over and asked.
“Ah, is that so? Maybe it’s because I just exercised a bit.”
Luo Bingying awkwardly adjusted the strands of hair on her forehead, “When you were showering just now, I did some yoga and stretching.”
“Oh, I see.”
Zhou Peiwei didn’t think much of it and took a seat in front of the vanity, “Speaking of fitness, I’ve been wanting to work out as well. Since we’re free tomorrow morning, let’s go to the hotel gym together.”
“Uh, sure.”
Luo Bingying agreed with a blush.
“You teach me yoga. I feel my flexibility is getting worse, and I want to lose some weight. I ate too much and too greasily today, need to burn some fat.”
Zhou Peiwei said while applying a facial mask.
“Sure.”
Luo Bingying looked at Zhou Peiwei’s back, feeling a pang of guilt. Such a cute and naive friend, it was really hard to lie to her.
“Weiwei, I’m sorry, I too thought about keeping my distance from Shen Yuan…”
Luo Bingying shook her head, then slipped her fingers further in, closing her eyes slightly, savoring everything that had just happened.
Those were hands that, if rated out of 100, would score 80. The joints were distinct, the skin pale, and the nails were just the right size.
If they were a bit longer, better proportioned, and the texture more even, they would be perfect.
But they were quite nice as they were, especially those hands that had touched her thighs and even… He had even pushed two fingers into her…
With those thoughts, Luo Bingying was overwhelmed with emotions, her complexion flushed, and her movements became more intense…
…
At 0:30 in the early morning, Luo Bingying sat up in bed, glanced at Zhou Peiwei who was still deep in sleep, and stealthily put on her slippers.
But just as she was about to move, the rustling sound of the quilt suddenly emerged, followed by Zhou Peiwei’s lazy voice, “Bingying, where are you going?”
Luo Bingying’s throat felt dry as she replied, “I, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay then.”
After Zhou Peiwei spoke, she turned her head back.
Luo Bingying turned and saw that Weiwei seemed to have fallen asleep again. Then she heaved a deep sigh of relief and walked to the door of Shen Yuan’s room.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, she guiltily looked back.
Apparently, this was what it felt to be a thief—exciting, nerve-wracking, and somewhat exhilarating.
“Shen Yuan.”
The room was dark, and Luo Bingying gently called out.
“Mmm, turn on the light,” Shen Yuan said.
“Okay.”
Luo Bingying found the control panel and turned on the light.
Soft light poured down, gradually brightening the room, but when Luo Bingying saw the scene on the bed, she immediately covered her eyes in embarrassment.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Making a fuss over nothing, I’m just not wearing clothes.”
Shen Yuan spread his hands helplessly, then beckoned with his fingers, “Come here, my first love.”
“You put on some clothes first.”
Luo Bingying stood frozen, not wanting to move closer.
“There’s no need, come on, you don’t want to delay and get caught by Weiwei, do you?”
“I….”
Luo Bingying choked, her fingers spread open slightly to peek through the gap at the “big” character-shaped Shen Yuan.
His body was well-proportioned, his legs long and strong, with an eight-pack clearly defined, and two robust pectorals, the biceps and triceps on his arms were also substantial.
It turned out that Shen Yuan kept himself in such good shape… Luo Bingying’s face grew even redder, her body feeling increasingly feverish.
This was the first time she had seen a male’s naked body so close, key among them, not just any body, but one that could be a model for an art school.
Luo Bingying thought, even if Shen Yuan relied on his face and body to charm wealthy women or become a male model, he could become very rich.
“Come here.”
Shen Yuan beckoned to her again.
Luo Bingying took a deep breath, guarding the collar in front of her chest, and slowly walked over.
Sitting beside Shen Yuan, she could even better appreciate his perfect physique, the muscles evenly strong and bursting with vitality, which made the minor flaws on his fingers straightforwardly ignorable.
“Stop staring, let’s do something productive.”
Luo Bingying was startled, “What productive thing?”
Shen Yuan pushed her head down, “Suckle.”
“Mmm….”
