Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 121 - 106. Burning Passion Conference

October felt slightly cool, the once renowned furnace-like city had lost its formidable power.

The simplest manifestation of this was the noticeable decrease of shorts and short skirts in the streets during the mornings and evenings.

All sorts of tights were like the twilight, taking the baton for the temperature’s diurnal switch.

"Hey...!"

Mou Keyan only felt a chill below, as 0D turned into -D.

Although her subconscious had made so preparation already, she couldn’t help exclaiming, covering her mouth with her hand.

So rough, honestly!

Couldn’t you give a little ti to prepare, couldn’t you be a bit gentler?

"I... I’ve said a lot, let have so water first."

Twisting her shoulders, she broke free from the man’s embrace, turned around to grab the water bottle, and guzzled a full drink.

"Are you done drinking?"

She faced Lu Jincheng’s aggressive gaze, no words needed to taste the implication behind it.

"Maybe we should just go back? Here... I’m a little scared."

Mou Keyan stretched her neck, uneasily tiptoeing to peek outside the door again, whispering.

"What if soone cos? What then?"

"They won’t, I’ve scoped out the area, it’s fine."

Mr. Lu waved his hand, confident in his plan.

"As long as the door is locked, and you don’t make any noise, no one outside can even think of getting in."

The timing, the location, the harmony, all in one.

The only flaw and uncertainty was the sound.

He had set the stage the mont he walked into the room.

"Really? But this is the Student Union’s eting room, Sister Ying and the others have keys, don’t they?"

Sister Ying, hesitant, imdiately inquired.

"I took her keys beforehand."

Lu Jincheng shook his wrist, and a bunch of keys inside his palm clinked noisily.

To achieve unfettered access, he really was as ticulous as ever!

"Co here, don’t waste ti!"

"..."

Fearing that Lu Jincheng’s step by step tactics would disassemble her worries, Mou Keyan was left speechless.

Her lips pursed tightly, she shuffled to the man’s side, her sparkling eyes hiding anticipation, though her face assud a resigned expression.

"You hold onto the table, turn your body that way, yes yes, just like that."

Not one to be shy, Lu Jincheng pulled her into his embrace, hands guiding her movents from the side.

"Don’t touch the zipper, don’t pull it all the way down, just slide it to here, above the knees."

"...Like this?"

The skirt’s hem was once more clutched in Sister Ying’s palm, conjuring an extra bit of heart-fluttering thrill from thin air.

The difference between Jiangnan Garden and a school conference room was just too great.

Even in an empty classroom, the sense of sha and instinct released by the surroundings still intensely stirred her nerves.

"What if soone knocks on the door?"

"Don’t worry, we can cover it up in no ti."

"Can we, can we really do it in ti..."

She bent down to simulate the action, pondering how to move, her cheeks blushing with embarrassnt.

"If soone cos, you just let go, the skirt will cover it, and they won’t see."

Mr. Lu pulled her in front of him, his hands hurriedly snaking under the skirt hem, gliding up her smooth lower abdon.

He could feel from her scent, her voice, and her touch that Mou Keyan must be very nervous.

The girl’s skin seed tense, even her abdominal muscles were involuntarily flexing.

But she seed quite looking forward to this novel experience.

Sister Ying glanced around again, bit her lip, braced herself, and leaned forward, her right hand hooking sothing.

She yanked the fabric down.

Just once, to the top of her knees.

Pale and full moons were displayed in front of Lu Jincheng.

Between the hips, there remained red marks.

They were the circles ford by the tight band of the tights.

"Take it slow, slow down, I want to hear the sound..."

As soon as her hand settled down, she trembled with a soft shiver.

Her hands quickly braced against her knees, fully revealing the span of her body from the waist down to her thighs to him.

Miao Miao was a clever girl, insisting on hearing the footsteps approaching clearly.

"Okay, I’ll keep it down."

Mr. Lu thought for a mont and nodded.

"Do you want so more water?"

Instead of continuing, he picked up the water bottle beside him, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp, patting Mou Keyan beside him.

After talking all afternoon, he was really parched.

From top to bottom, it was ti to hydrate.

"No more for ."

Mou Keyan shook her head, her voice sounding sweeter than usual.

"What are you doing?"

After several seconds, Mou Keyan noticed that he hadn’t moved from his spot, completely motionless, and she couldn’t help but repeat herself.

"I already said I don’t want water!"

The girl’s hint was effective; Mr. Lu grasped her arm, imdiately responding to her.

Her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath of cold air, her delicate eyebrows knitting together tightly.

The curtains were drawn tight, and inside the room was still as silent as outside, with only the faint strange scent perating the air.

It was like the season when flowers were in full bloom, with swarms of bees leaving their hives, lunging toward the nectar they desired.

"Is this position comfortable for you?"

She leaned on the table, her eyes narrowed into a slender line, and she asked in a soft, gentle breath.

"Not quite convenient, you’ll have to do it."

He propped himself on the chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and answered with effort.

"Annoying..."

October was a glorious holiday, and there were hardly any people in the student activity center; the long corridor was filled with silence.

Mr. Lu squinted, focusing all his senses on the sound outside the door, rging with the periodic clanging and the bell signaling the end of classes.

...

...

Outside the student activity center.

"We’re never doing that again."

Mou Keyan’s clean little face was flushed red, with a sheen of sweat on her forehead, sticking to the strands of her bangs.

She took small steps, her arm tightly linked with Lu Jincheng’s, barely managing to move forward.

"What are you talking about?"

Lu Jincheng raised an eyebrow, teasingly.

"Just what we did just now!"

Mou Keyan’s pout intensified, her voice growing a bit louder: "It doesn’t work, I get worried and nervous, and I can’t perform at my best."

"What performance do you have, anyway?"

Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but laugh.

"...thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west, you just wait."

The senior sister didn’t argue with him, just muttered softly to herself, her voice only she could hear clearly.

"What do you think I need to improve on?"

The entrance had Lu Jincheng’s electric scooter parked. Once Mou Keyan got on the back seat, leaning against his back, embracing his waist, she started a new topic with a smile.

"Considering your impromptu performance just now..."

Mr. Lu twisted the scooter’s handlebar to its maximum, the wind brushed across his cheeks, and his hair fluttered wildly.

"Just get familiar with the promotional material sent by the rchants. I think that’s about all you need."

"Really? Aren’t you going to teach like you do with them?"

Her voice ca from behind him, slightly whining.

"No need."

"Why not?"

"Because you’re really great."

The man laughed in the wind, adding,

"In every way."