Chapter 535: Chapter 420 Mystical
As Hu Yan had ntioned, she had not sprayed any perfu; she rely washed her hair that afternoon, and when Cheng Zhu was about to arrive in Shanghai, she took a bath in the restroom, washing herself squeaky clean.
Hu Yan herself didn’t have the habit of wearing perfu, and didn’t have much at ho.
Unlike so girls who have a pile of perfus at ho and, just like lipstick, they seldom use them all up.
Given the illustrator’s unique personality and physical constitution, she didn’t even like crowded places, preferring to stay at ho alone. It made even less sense to wear perfu.
Of course, Cheng Zhu’s question was purely intentional.
He could certainly tell the difference between perfu and body wash, shampoo.
He wouldn’t, like naive young boys, sll a whiff of perfu and think it was the girl’s unique body scent.
The bastard was rely seeing that she was sowhat uneasy after not having t him offline for a long ti, so he teased her deliberately, trying to bridge the gap and retrieve that past zero-distance intimacy.
The naive illustrator sniffed her hair and then bent forward to sll her own scent.
“Maybe it’s the scent of the body lotion,” she answered truthfully.
After her bath, she had indeed applied body lotion to moisturize her skin and ensure it’s smoother and more delicate.
“Oh, got it, it’s the body lotion,” Cheng Zhu said with a smile, after piercing a piece of fruit from the fruit platter with his fork.
Facing his gaze, Hu Yan couldn’t help but lower her head, her cheeks faintly blushing as her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
The reason was simple, she’s been persistent in her artwork, and among the recent pieces she’d sent over, there was a series similar to “Oil Massage” but featuring body lotion.
The inspiration ca as she was applying body lotion to herself, and she then imdiately turned it into art.
Though it was unspoken, as she t Cheng Zhu’s gaze, she guessed he was thinking of those comics.
“After all, the boss’s comnt on those comics was: ‘Best of the Month,'” Hu Yan thought to herself.
Her current emotions were actually quite subtle.
Because they always flirted online, the ambiance would beco ambiguously romantic whenever real-life events linked with their online interactions.
Both adults, and having been through a serious squall before, a re exchange of glances was enough to convey understanding.
The night was long, but Cheng Zhu was in no rush.
On the contrary, considering Hu Yan’s natural charismatic physique and her “dirty soul,” it was obvious who would be more eager.
That’s how n are; if the woman is more eager, then they feel less urgency.
That’s precisely why the classic scene “Beg ” was born.
Cheng Zhu munched on fruit while chatting idly with Hu Yan, then every now and then, he teased her a bit, playing with her and exchanging glances,communicating with his eyes.
As her patron Daddy, naturally, he also talked about her artwork, even comnting that her recent work wasn’t good and that, just like the last ti he ca to Shanghai, he had printed them all out and brought them in his bag to discuss with her later.
Undoubtedly, this would bring back mories for Hu Yan; she would rember those dozens of scattered paintings on the bed and herself lying in the very center.
At this mont, Hu Yan sat beside him, her chubby thighs tightly closed together at first but, due to sitting down, the tight jeans created noticeable creases at her crotch, forming a sharp Y shape with the seam of her legs.
Gradually, she began to cross her legs unconsciously, locking her legs together, emphasizing a “clamp.”
On her crossed right leg, the slipper was half hanging off the toe, and the chubby foot would occasionally bounce up and down, the side view revealing her alternating stiffness and relaxation.
Cheng Zhu had brought to Shanghai a small suitcase and a handbag.
The suitcase contained changes of clothes and everyday items like an electric toothbrush and facial cleanser. The handbag held gifts for Hu Yan, a sample of “Persistent Visit,” and the printed artworks.
“By the way, I brought you two little gifts,” Cheng Zhu said.
He picked up his handbag, opened it in front of Hu Yan, and started rummaging through it.
Hu Yan took one look and her cheeks turned even redder.
Her raised right foot bounced slightly upward, as if an electric current shot through her body.
The handbag was filled with all sorts of toys that could fill her entire bedside cabinet.
Before expanding “Persistent Visit,” Cheng Zhu had ntioned it to her, even suggesting she beco the chief product tester, providing him with so reference opinions and user feedback.
The overweight illustrator knew very well that her patron Daddy was a man of action.
She just didn’t expect his efficiency to be so high…
And she had even less anticipated that the new products, as soon as launched online, sold out in a flash.
Like those exquisite and high-end headphones, she actually fancied them, too.
However, what the bastard Cheng Zhu was rummaging for now was certainly not the toys.
Toys were for show, for stoking the atmosphere at the mont, not for rushing to use.
He quickly pulled a small black sheepskin glasses case from the bag, with a Chanel logo on it, looking quite classy.
Inside was a pair of Chanel’s new black-frad glasses he had chosen.
In the realm of won’s black-frad glasses, Chanel sells quite well.
In n’s eyewear, Cheng Zhu personally preferred Montblanc.
On his previous trip to Shanghai, he was slightly critical of Hu Yan’s big black-frad glasses.
Her high degree of myopia made the lenses incredibly thick.
Back then, they casually talked about going shopping together, to buy her a new pair of glasses with better, ultra-thin lenses.
But they hadn’t found the ti!
This was like many “innocent” couples planning a perfect vacation before their first trip together, only to end up spending days and nights in the hotel instead of following their itinerary.
But this was sothing that Cheng Zhu had always rembered.
When a promise, not unkept due to your fault, but because of circumstances on both sides, stays on your mind, and you silently fulfill it the next ti, it does pack a punch.
Hu Yan looked at the glasses case surprisingly, and at the black-frad glasses Cheng Zhu took out from it, stirring up many novel emotions she had never felt before.
In her mind, the talk about glasses had been casual, and she hadn’t really cared about such trifles.
But he had kept it in his heart.
For a mont, the slightly overweight, voluptuous illustrator felt overwhelmingly full.
After all, she was a hobody who had never been in love.
“Try them on?” Cheng Zhu offered.
Hu Yan nodded, first removing her thick black-frad glasses.
Her prescription was indeed quite high, so when she took off her glasses, her vision imdiately beca extrely blurry, giving her eyes a misty look.
But surprisingly, that slightly blurred gaze was rather appealing.
Many people with severe myopia are greatly dependent on their glasses; without them, not only does vision diminish, but their other senses seem to dull as if even their ears stop working as well — it’s quite funny.
Now, wearing the black fras Cheng Zhu had brought, her gaze didn’t change since the lenses had no prescription, and they even sported a Chanel logo on them.
Cheng Zhu took a look and chuckled, “I think they look pretty good on you, much nicer than your current pair, really suits you.”
Hu Yan tentatively touched the fra of the glasses, not knowing how she looked in them.
“Go look in the mirror, and see if you like them,” Cheng Zhu said.
Hu Yan nodded, put her original glasses back on, and went to the restroom.
Cheng Zhu followed her into the bedroom’s restroom.
The restroom of this apartnt was quite spacious because Cheng Zhu himself disliked those cramped and narrow restrooms, where the toilet, shower, and washbasin were squeezed together.
And he preferred the aesthetics of a long, narrow washbasin.
Hu Yan stood in front of the spacious basin counter, leaning forward so her cheeks could get close to the mirror, and that was the only way she could see more clearly.
This allowed Cheng Zhu, standing behind her, to see the curve of her waist and the plump buttocks tightly wrapped in the jeans.
“Boss, they look nice; I really like them.”
When soone gives you a gift, you must respond, which is basic courtesy.
Hu Yan was a girl who valued manners.
Yet, Cheng Zhu was far from polite.
Very, very impolite!
“Smack—”
The sound echoed in the restroom.
It wasn’t crisp due to the jeans, giving it a sowhat muffled quality.
The spank didn’t cause her buttocks to jiggle.
Because the jeans were so tightly fitted, it led to a taut effect.
There’s no helping it; for soone her size, if the waist and leg fit just right, then the buttock area would definitely be tight.
Luckily, denim usually has a slight stretch to it, though it can get snagged and be a hassle to wear and take off.
The slapped Hu Yan turned her head abruptly to look at Cheng Zhu, her posture still with hands propped on the countertop, upper body leaning forward, and her bottom sticking out.
In her eyes, surprise and shyness were mixed.
Given her severe myopia, she couldn’t see clearly, so her eyes still held that bewitching haziness.
As is well known, n are creatures prone to touchiness.
Damn, with such a big ass, can you resist not slapping it?
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