Can not doing what one wants be called rebirth?

Chapter 254 251. A gentleman does not deceive in secret
As the saying goes, a gentleman does not deceive in secret.

Although this dark room is not the same as that dark room, it doesn’t matter at this moment.

What is really important is that in the dim light that amplifies the heartbeat and in the enclosed space where the five senses expand, certain subtle emotions will grow and take root in the human heart.

Mr. Lu has never been a gentleman.

Pulling Yu Qingyue into the dark room was just to create an environment for bullying her.

What else can you do?

"It's all here."

The man ignored Yu Qingyue's pleading lips and whispered in her ear.

"But, Mr. Lu, can you?"

"No."

Lu Jincheng shook his head.

He stretched out both hands, grabbed the girl's arms as she continued to resist, and pinned them together with his left hand.

The right hand extends downward along the curve.

When the cubicle was designed, only the body shape of an adult man was taken into consideration.

The place is too narrow and too crowded.

As the two of them moved around, Yu Qingyue inadvertently struck an extremely charming pose.

She was controlled to raise her arms high, sit astride the toilet lid, and spread her legs naturally. Spots of red ran along her fair ears and sank straight into her collar.

At this moment, Mr. Lu was still domineering and unreasonable.

If there was a camera shooting from above the cubicle, you would see that he was very skilled.

The man did not use any rough force, but he crossed his legs on both sides of the toilet, just blocking Yu Qingyue's struggle.

As long as she is not allowed to close, all symbolic rejection will be in vain.

Because the hem of the skirt was sitting on the lid, it had unknowingly slipped to the waist.

He felt the smooth skin on the inside of Yu Qingyue's thigh, and his hand wandering over her full moon, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

Clockwise, counterclockwise.

Or apply force in the opposite direction.

The next movement is to swing your arms along the edge of the fabric.

"Tsk, tsk, take a look for yourself."

Lu Jincheng looked at the girl whose face was as red as peach blossoms and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

The smile is hidden in the sight.

Yu Qingyue said nothing, simply closed her eyes and turned her head away like an ostrich.

There is a sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions" to describe girls, and it is really true.

Flesh and bones made of water.

The visual contrast of black and white does not require any explanation or transmission of nerve signals in the senses.

"Wait a minute, or let it go."

Like crying and complaining, like polishing and polishing.

Yu Qingyue held the man's hand, her eyes full of tears, and she shook her head pitifully.

Outside the bathroom, it was impossible for her to have no reaction to such a long prelude sonata.

However, Mr. Lu always showed great composure at this moment and did not laugh at her for saying one thing and thinking another.

"what"

Yu Qingyue frowned.

He bit his lips hard and snorted softly through his nose.

As if she realized that the sound did not fit the scene, the girl clenched her teeth and tried not to make any sound.

The cherry lips turned white as she exerted force, as if they could bite through the skin and draw blood in the next moment.

dong dong dong.

The scene was extremely tense for a while, and then someone suddenly knocked on the door of the partition room, and the action naturally stopped.

"someone here."

Lu Jincheng lowered his voice and remained calm.

"What the hell!"

A sentence with Jiangcheng accent was heard, followed by a dull sound of a door. It seemed that the person didn't find a seat and was anxious to look for one on his own.

"hiss"

In the narrow compartment, Yu Qingyue suddenly gasped, her fingertips dug into the man's shoulders, and a whine came from her throat.

It turned out that Lu Jincheng had lost his patience long ago when he saw no more movement outside. He stood straight, while Yu Qingyue was still listening carefully to the movement outside, naturally without any defense.

After many days, they were entangled together again.

The compartment was silent.

Just across the door, completely opposite scenes are playing.

The contrast between silence and noise is so chilling!
Yu Qingyue's head became increasingly dizzy, and she frowned slightly.

The unprecedented experience of being in a secret room made her feel slightly uncomfortable all over.

But at the same time, there was a strange, inexplicable joy in my heart.

The two senses of body and mind are intertwined.

Yu Qingyue couldn't even think of any adjective to describe how she felt at that moment.

"Wait a moment."

Before the girl could finish her words, her voice immediately died out in the cubicle.

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The next moment, subjective consciousness was completely taken over, leaving only the human instinctive reaction like a knee-jerk reflex.

She tilted her head back and wrapped her limbs tightly around the man's waist, her boots still securely on her feet.

But only you know the truth.

Her toes hidden inside stretched and tightened repeatedly, and finally curled up completely like dancing ballet.

Sensing the change in Yu Qingyue, President Lu became even more ruthless.

The narrow cubicle is isolated from the deafening sound outside, the enthusiastic crowd, and all morals and bottom lines.

So much time has passed, will everyone come out to look for it?
It doesn't matter.

Your phone is vibrating. Do you want to take it out and take a look?
It doesn't matter.

It seems that nothing matters except the other person at this moment.

Although immersed in happiness, he and she did not make any sound.

Yu Qingyue closed her starry eyes, half pursed her cherry lips, and quietly waited for everything to happen.

She thought back to when she was a kid, and the waves crashing against the tide.

Natural and casual.

Many things resonate in an instant, forming the only sound in this small space.

What is that feeling called?

It's like listening to fairy music and your ears are temporarily bright.

Men's hands have long been liberated and no longer need to be controlled, restrained or oppressed.

All are no longer needed.

Yu Qingyue sat limply on the toilet lid, her head tilted back, leaning against the reservoir, her cheeks flushed.

Time, place and people, these three elements prove one problem at the same time.

At this stage, it is not suitable to fight a long war.

So Mr. Lu did not hold back or restrain himself.

He looked at Yu Qingyue with a smile, watching her raise her head and bend it into a half bow.

The girl's tied hair had been pulled apart long ago, and the scattered black hair hung between the two of them. A small section of hair gently brushed across her face, and the ends of her hair brushed across Lu Jincheng's collarbone, bringing a tingling sensation.

After a while, feeling the orchid-like fragrance of Yu Qingyue's breath near his neck, the two of them hugged each other tightly.

No one spoke, no one moved.

There was only a long breath left in the air.

"Put me down, put me down"

Yu Qingyue's delicate body was at the mercy of anyone, and her pair of white and slender arms had only enough strength left to tightly hug Lu Jincheng's neck.

The pretty face was like a burning cloud, and she was confused and lost in thought.

She shyly pressed her head against Lu Jincheng's shoulder, her chest rising and falling, trying to calm her mind which had relaxed from the highest point.

"Are you back?"

The two did not enter the door together, and the final face was left to Yu Qingyue.

Mr. Lu stopped at the door, listened to the noise coming from the box, and leisurely lit a cigarette.

The spicy taste permeated into my lungs and my whole body felt relaxed.

At this moment, I felt like a god.

(End of this chapter)