Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 279 - 208. The company is no place for recklessness.

"Qingyue, come over here, I’m almost done massaging, let’s switch positions."

Mou Keyan stretched languidly, rotated her neck, and revealed a look of pleasant surprise.

"It really works! I feel so much more comfortable."

She got up and gave up her spot to Yu Qingyue, who was blushing and covering her chest tightly.

"If it works, that’s great. Remember to come back next week, Tingting."

Lu Jincheng patted the empty mat beside him, motioning to his senior.

The masseuse, Tingting, nodded with a smile and focused on providing service to the new client.

"What’s the matter, you’re going to apply it all over me again?"

Mou Keyan watched Mr. Lu’s movements and couldn’t help but purse her lips in a smile, climbing openly onto the mat, facing Lu Jincheng.

She was far more uninhibited than Yu Qingyue, with a pair of dewy eyes filled with anticipation, and skin that had just been massaged, blossoming with a rosy hue under just the right amount of pressure.

As soft as flower petals.

"I can’t let you say that I play favorites."

Mr. Lu grinned as he leaned down to kiss Mou Keyan’s forehead, then turned his head to squeeze out a handful of essential oil. His hands clapped together, his movements already more skilled.

Then, he parted Mou Keyan’s tightly closed legs.

Compared to Yu Qingyue, who was of similar height, each excelled in their own way—one with a stunning chest, the other with sky-defying legs.

Sister Miao Miao’s legs were clearly much longer, spanning over ninety centimeters.

Even the typically wild Lu Jincheng, upon first spreading them, couldn’t help but take extra care, fearing he might truly cause her pain.

The reason was simple: under the sunlight streaming in through the window, with just a little effort, her legs could open in a straight line well beyond one hundred and eighty degrees.

And they could even continue.

Like an ivory-boned folding fan stretching upwards into an obtuse angle, with the tip hinting at an unspeakable mystery.

Her good dance training gave her legs a perfect curve, toying with them was endlessly delightful, any man would cling to them dearly.

Whenever it was time for the random music segment in the live stream, she often combined some professional moves to choreograph on the spot, shocking the audience with a bit of dance.

"Oh my... Sister Miao Miao is so flexible... Doesn’t it hurt? That’s amazing."

Yu Qingyue, much relaxed, enjoyed the massage while involuntarily widening her eyes.

Can human ligaments stretch to this extent?

Thankfully, when Mr. Lu was applying essential oil to her just now, he didn’t use this position.

Otherwise, it would be the death of her!

"Maintaining regular training makes it okay. If I don’t practice the basics for ten days to half a month, it would probably hurt."

Mou Keyan, lying on the mat, turned her head to wink at Yu Qingyue not far away.

Herself completely relaxed, she quickly spread this feeling to Yu Qingyue, who gradually forgot that they were in a semi-open company environment, and the thrill of being partially undressed and moaning during the day.

"Mmm, professional is just different. Compared to Mr. Lu..."

Yu Qingyue giggled, lying facedown on the mat.

"How so?"

Mou Keyan asked.

"Mr. Lu is far behind, just look at him... that’s not a massage!"

The man’s actions became increasingly presumptuous. Yu Qingyue could hardly bear to look, blushing, she turned her head away. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, swinging back and forth over her right shoulder.

"You’ll get used to it; he’s just that lecherous... ah!"

Mou Keyan frowned, unable to suppress her body’s reaction, and moaned softly, her little feet tensing slightly.

Indeed, the essential oil did not spare even a single toe.

In Lu Jincheng’s care, her delicate toes reflexively clenched together like smooth, polished jade clasps.

But they were still pulled apart one by one by Mr. Lu, wrapped in his palm.

The chilly and somewhat slippery sensation spread. Her shapely legs rested on the man’s shoulder and gently swayed, the silver anklet glinting, as if it could slip off at any moment with the oil.

It’s... it’s too much.

Was I like this just now?

Watching the always dignified and elegant idol anchor whimpering under Mr. Lu’s hands, warbling delightfully like a nightingale, the audience was the first to find it unbelievable.

Yu Qingyue’s entire face flushed red, burying it in her arms, wanting to turn her head away, yet deep down, she somewhat wanted to watch.

Although it was just the application of essential oils, such a simple action.

Yet it was interpreted by the two of them with a tightening and relaxing, an extending and contracting that brought about explosive tension, filled with desire.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Boss, I’m done over here."

As she watched, Yu Qingyue’s shoulder and neck massage also came to an end. Tingting released her hands, wiped the sweat from her temples, and looked up at Lu Jincheng.

"Then you can go back. Just come back at the same time next week."

"Okay, okay, thank you, boss."

Tingting put on her coat, packed up her portable tool box, leaving only the essential oil wooden box beside Lu Jincheng.

She thought for a moment, quietly closed the box, and didn’t take it.

Giving him a box was no big deal, but interrupting the boss’s mood at this time, did she still want to take on private gigs?

...

After Tingting left the practice room, the atmosphere inside slowly turned hazy.

Yu Qingyue thought the session was over. She reached for her clothes to sit up from the mat, but Mr. Lu approached, pressed down, and overbearingly captured her lips.

"Mm..."

Unexpectedly, right in front of Mou Keyan, without any alcohol, not in a nightclub, but in the solemn and serious company office, the boss boldly made his move.

Yu Qingyue was momentarily stunned.

Helping to apply essential oils, she could still convince herself this was a proper massage, a company benefit, for soothing the mind and body.

But, how—how did it turn into a kiss!

So easily breached by Mr. Lu, their warmth entwined, in just a few short seconds.

Yu Qingyue’s whole body softened, melting into a clear spring, warmer than ever before, and her skin took on an added peachy blush.

The man’s hand was not clumsy either, one covered her, finding overflow.

This was truly a divine miracle!

Although she had been cared for a while now by Mr. Lu with the essential oil,

at that time, there was a layer of liquid and a hint of coolness, but now it was the warm touch of his bare palms, a naturally different feeling.

Yu Qingyue’s eyes tightly shut, her breathing erratic, her heartbeat thudding non-stop.

Click.

Intimacy is just like this, the leads just have to enjoy the moment, but at this time, as an audience member, there’s a lot more to consider.

Mou Keyan, barefoot, hopped off the mat and tiptoed to the door, flicking her wrist to lock it. freewebnσvel.cøm

Tingting didn’t lock it when she left; the audience must prevent any accidents.

But this faint sound was like tightening a string in Yu Qingyue’s mind too forcefully.

No, no!

Rudely crossing the line, on the verge of losing control.

This is the office; it’s absolutely not allowed here!

"Mr. Lu..."

Yu Qingyue turned her head away, took a few quick breaths, then looked up at him pitifully with her chin raised.

"Can we go somewhere else, please, I’m begging you~"

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