Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 275 - 204. The action that all men in the world want to do

Chapter 275: 204. The action that all men in the world want to do

Master.

The omnipotent master.

Lu Jincheng examined her WeChat pinned message with meticulous attention, his lips quietly curving into a smile.

It was as if gently petting a small dog, he rubbed Mou Keyan’s little head.

"...Do I really have omnipotent abilities?"

Mr. Lu turned his head, originally intending to tease her, but instead swallowed the words back down.

Meeting his senior’s affectionate and lingering gaze, a warm current unexpectedly surged in his heart.

Such straightforward and fervent adoration could make even an iron tree blossom.

"Right! In my heart, you are omnipotent."

Mou Keyan wrapped her arms around his neck, her face adorned with a beautiful crescent moon smile. As the distance between them shrank, hints of her subtle fragrance wafted into the man’s nostrils.

The senior who had just finished working was brimming with charm.

Today, she adorned both sides of her temples with small hair clips, exposing one of her earlobes, which added an additional layer of sensuality and allure as she moved to the rhythm.

Her cascading black curls perfectly framed her petite and exquisite face—one side concealed her ear, the other neatly tucked behind the ear with a clip.

This way, both the audience and Lu Jincheng could see her delicate little ears and the sparkling rose diamond studs that adorned them.

"The star anchor handles it with ease—look, you hardly broke a sweat today~"

Lu Jincheng smiled and extended a finger, standing it on its nail, and ran it down her fair neck.

"It’s ticklish... Ah~"

Mou Keyan giggled nonstop, her shoulders shaking back and forth, her bell-like laughter echoing in the living room.

"The segment tonight was a chat show, so there wasn’t much dancing."

"Did you exchange expertise with the virtuosos in your small group?"

"Of course! Learning from others’ strengths is how you make progress."

The anchor’s domain, when compared to her peers, was marked by a distinctly unique style.

"Your outfit today..."

"What about it?"

Mou Keyan lowered her head, thinking something was amiss, and blinked instinctively.

"It looks good."

Fairy Miao didn’t wear the skirt that would have been more suitable for dancing; instead, she wore a short-sleeved orange top, made of a material similar to professional attire but exceptionally thin and elastic.

The shoulders were fashioned very simply, perfectly accentuating the round curves of her shoulders, combined with her two arms clasped in front of her chest like tender white lotus roots, the contrast of orange and white was strikingly beautiful.

The round neckline of the chest wasn’t particularly low, but from Mr. Lu’s vantage point, he could glimpse a patch of white skin and a hint of a dark, shadowed valley beginning to form.

The lines and patterns tailored into the suit’s chest area provocatively stood erect there.

At the waist, it naturally cinched into a sharp diagonal line, seamlessly matching the beautiful chest and slender waist.

Below she wore a pencil skirt of the same color, the upper and lower garments deliberately purchased as a set for this coordination.

Even from a distance, it looked like a continuous dress.

If the upper body’s tailoring was especially minimalist, devoid of any accessories or ornate cuts, purely relying on a woman’s innate delicacy to exude sensuality and aura.

Then the tailoring of the lower body further epitomized the concept of natural beauty.

Hugging the hips, cinching the waist, tapering the legs, it presented a clear spindle shape, without any further decoration.

Most youths might only appreciate the face, but seasoned viewers always look at the whole.

Through clothes, the changes in lines and proportions, they appreciate a woman’s waist, hips, and legs.

This outfit might appear simple, but it subtly exuded a touch of extravagance.

Indeed, Mr. Lu knew as he held her in his embrace, with each touch and pinch, that it must have been hand-tailored.

No wonder she had chosen to wear this particular set, instead of a skirt, upon receiving the boss’s message. Here she was, waiting.

"Do I look good? Sister Timo recommended this store to me; all their clothes are handmade, and this is my first time wearing it~"

Mou Keyan blushed slightly under the intense gaze that appraised her, her eyebrows curved in delight as she hung her head low.

"Not bad, I didn’t expect Timo isn’t as pretty as you, but her taste is still decent."

The man praised with a laugh as he leaned his head back, looking down.

The crisscrossing long legs of his senior, coated in a layer of flawless, flesh-toned stockings, were truly captivating.

The night-time study room, turned out to be a product of his own after all.

He reached out his hand, personally feeling and marveling.

What kind of care, moisturizing, and exercise could result in such perfect legs?

Long, smooth, and supple, even the bend of the knees had a light, musical curve to it.

The thighs of a dancer, being able to press so closely together, were truly dreamlike.

If it were only for appreciation, that would have been fine, but the longer one looked, the more a primal desire arose within.

Wanting to touch, to kiss those two legs.

"...People say I’m quite pretty too."

Mou Keyan responded softly, wondering why Mr. Lu was in such a good mood tonight, speaking so tenderly.

Her embarrassment surfaced, and she whimpered under the play of a pair of large hands on her delicate nose.

"Do you know? This strap always reminds me of my childhood."

Mr. Lu looked at his senior with a teasing smile, pointing at the little strap behind her neck.

What made Mou Keyan’s attire exquisite today was precisely this detail.

If it were just this combination of short sleeves, tube skirt, stockings today,

No matter how graceful the body, how elegant the figure, how sharp the beauty, it would all lack a certain charm.

But in the presence of an omnipotent master, how could Mou Keyan make such a mistake?

The most eye-catching feature on her today was not her peaks, nor her buttocks, nor even the long legs wrapped in stockings.

It was her neck.

Mr. Lu gazed intensely at her fair neck, a few stray hairs around it only adding to her allure.

This area was long and slender, clearly revealing the graceful line of the sternocleidomastoid muscle, its ridges and veins.

For the sake of a thematic touch, or perhaps simply for a sense of fashionable decoration, she had switched to a halter-neck underwear today, tying a large bow at the back of her neck.

"Childhood?"

The senior turned her head, reaching out to touch the spot he mentioned, her curious, sparkling eyes hidden behind the watery depth.

"Yes, from childhood, around my middle school time, I suppose."

"Ah...then what?"

She inquired.

"My desk-mate often wore this kind of underwear, tying a bow on her neck, and out of curiosity, ignorance, I often ended up punished, standing."

Mr. Lu began to reminisce about his naive past.

"Why? Curiosity is normal...why punish you?"

Mou Keyan didn’t follow the logic.

"Because I was truly curious, and I did what every man in the world would want to do."

"..."

Before Mou Keyan could continue to inquire, the man quickly lifted his wrist, grabbing the end of the strap, and pulled back with force.

The bow disappeared.

Her heart sank, and the girl stood there stunned.

"Just like that."

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