Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 65 - 60. The hand measures inches and rules

The night was seductive.

The master bedroom was airy from north to south, a gentle breeze caressed the curtains, shadows of trees swayed in the air, and artificial spring water from outside the community murmurily flowed into the pond, creating a beautiful scene.

It was quiet inside, neither of the two spoke, only occasionally interrupted by the ubiquitous chirping of cicadas in the summer.

Lu Jincheng turned on the light, and the warm-toned lighting illuminated the entire room and Mou Keyan beside him.

"Shall we start with the waist?"

Mou Keyan turned around, her tone relaxed, even taking the initiative to size up Lu Jincheng’s empty hands.

Measuring sizes, gauging circumferences, and even weighing themselves is actually routine for dance students.

Because their performance costumes mostly need to be custom-made, the requirements for their figures are very strict.

"I usually wear size L... Eh, where’s your tape measure?"

Mou Keyan suddenly realized something.

"What tape? You mean a measuring tape?"

"We won’t be needing that."

Lu Jincheng smiled slightly, stepped forward, and silently shut the room door behind him.

Click.

The door was locked.

"My hands are the most precise measuring tools."

With that, he stepped forward, his arms encircling Mou Keyan’s graceful waist beneath her long dress, feeling the taut and elastic lines of her lower abdomen from her prolonged training.

"You... you didn’t say you would measure like this!"

Mou Keyan was both embarrassed and anxious, her voice inadvertently rising.

"There’s no other way."

Mr. Lu’s stubbled chin naturally rested on the girl’s shoulder.

He burrowed into her collarbone, took a deep breath, and his nostrils were instantly filled with a faint rose scent.

Mixed with blackcurrant and bergamot, it was the scent of Mou Keyan’s body lotion.

"Don’t do this..."

His hot palms climbed upwards from her waist, separated by the long skirt. Mou Keyan pushed symbolically a few times, found she couldn’t push him away, and then gave up.

After all, he had invaded her like this once before.

Her originally soft voice seemed to bubble and dissolve, laced with little bubbles.

Her eyes gently narrowed, and her long eyelashes trembled continuously, as if accepting the man’s unbridled indulgence.

"60cm?"

Sliding quietly under the armholes, he entered the slit of the tall girl’s dress, but Mr. Lu was in no hurry now.

He gently caressed Mou Keyan’s delicate and smooth skin all along, repeatedly lingering.

"What are you saying?"

Poor Mou Keyan had mustered a breath of courage, but just as Mr. Lu suddenly started speaking, her heart hung there, not going up nor down, very suffocating.

"Is the waist measurement incorrect?"

Lu Jincheng softly spoke right beside her ear.

"Ah... that’s right."

Cheek to cheek, Mou Keyan could feel the hot breath pouring out with his respiration, making her cheeks burn.

"Turn around, I need to continue measuring."

Lu Jincheng tapped her shoulder, the girl turned around, and they stood face to face.

Since the waist measurement was done, the next naturally would be the bust.

Mr. Lu signaled to her arms with his eyes.

Immediately understanding, Mou Keyan stretched out her arms, her back straightened along her waistline forming a beautiful arch.

The dress that initially fit well was tightened by the sash around her waist, making the hills lift the empty space below the clothing, leaving a lot of pristine skin under the neckline, the straps sliding off her shoulders bearing the last of purity.

The long dress had a marvelous effect on her.

When they went out shopping, she was the graceful companion; in private spaces, she was the lover beneath his knees.

The same attire, different situations, both eye-catching.

After lingering at her waist for a while, Mr. Lu finally continued upwards, reaching his intended destination.

"Sigh..."

Being measured at this part was supposed to be awfully embarrassing, but Mr. Lu’s prolonged fumbling had made Mou Keyan’s heart itch.

Being grasped suddenly in his palm, she instead felt relieved, liberated.

"90cm?"

Mr. Lu’s voice rose again.

"Mmm... yes."

Mou Keyan was very compliant, despite experiencing a strange torment, she did not stop him, but instead pursed her lips, squinted her eyes, offering and taking in equal measure.

"I measured quite accurately, didn’t I?"

A smile curled at the man’s lips, he released her, turning her back towards the window.

"No... no mistake, it’s really accurate."

Mou Keyan opened her eyes, struggling to restrain the breathiness in her voice.

"Shall I continue?"

"Mmm."

Mou Keyan summoned her courage and replied softly.

The next second, the man behind her pushed her forcefully, causing her body to lean forward, her arms forced to brace against the soft mattress of the bed, forming a wide-spread ’C’ position.

"Ah!!!"

Mou Keyan cried out involuntarily, as Mr. Lu only exhibited gentleness for a few moments before returning to his assertive demeanor.

He pressed his hand firmly on her lower back, leaving her no room to rise, forcing her to continue bracing against the mattress, while his other hand found the zipper at her neck and deftly unzipped it from top to bottom, his movements exceptionally smooth.

"Beautiful."

Mr. Lu admired the beauty before him with a look of appreciation, Mou Keyan’s body, toned from regular workouts, wore not an ounce of excess fat, her delicate and healthy skin glistening under the light like polished jade.

"Mr. Lu, aren’t you... not measuring anymore?"

Mou Keyan shyly wiggled her body, trying to escape from beneath him, but his firm hand pinned her down at the edge of the bed, restricting her movements to a limited area.

"Not now, later."

Lu Jincheng reached under her T-shirt with one hand, turned his head, and removed the dress.

Sharing a bed and feasting, both are fundamental human needs.

Only that the former is somewhat more sophisticated than the latter.

In the 1970s, for the first time in human history, the number of people who died from obesity surpassed those who died from starvation.

To this day, in the mainstream countries, there are hardly any people who go hungry.

Yet, the number of people who can fully satisfy the former need is still far from enough, facing more complex conditions, entwined more tightly in human social nature.

When the stomach is satisfied, people desire tastier food; when the taste buds are satisfied, people want to endow food with more meaning.

Cooking gradually became an art, and the ingredients began to be more thoughtfully selected, from the delicate plating to the ambiance of bamboo forests and flowing streams, all becoming a part of the dining experience.

Sleeping is no different.

When self-satisfaction no longer suffices, one seeks a bed partner.

When monotone desires start to bore, one seeks more excitement.

As the stakes get higher, coupling no longer exists just to fulfill physical needs, just as cooking is not just to satiate hunger.

People who work from nine to five, after saving money for a while, can also taste higher-level foods.

But women’s resources differ; while most people can’t even meet their basic needs in this regard, only a few can appreciate it in a manner close to art.

Like all art, it demands inspiration, it also requires accumulation.

To complete a good work, both are indispensable.

Thus, Mr. Lu turned off the light.

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