Can not doing what one wants be called rebirth?

Chapter 60 60. Hands are inches and feet

Alluring night.

The master bedroom is open from north to south. The breeze outside the window blows gently through the curtains, the shadows of the trees sway in the air, and the artificial spring water outside the community flows into the pond. The scenery is very beautiful.

The room was quiet, neither of them spoke, and occasionally the most common chirping of cicadas in summer could be heard.

Lu Jincheng turned on the light, and the warm light illuminated the entire room, as well as Miao Keyan beside him.

"Come on, let's start with the waistline?"

Miao Keyan turned around, speaking in a relaxed tone, and even took the initiative to look at Lu Jincheng's empty hands.

Measuring size, circumference, and even weighing are actually familiar things for dancers.

Because most of their performance costumes need to be specially customized, the requirements on body shape are very strict.

"I usually wear a size L. Hey, where's your ruler?"

Miao Keyan suddenly realized something.

"What ruler? Did you say tape measure?"

"That thing is not needed."

Lu Jincheng smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and closed the door silently with his hands behind his back.

Click.

The door is locked.

"My hand is the most accurate ruler."

After saying that, he took a step forward and put his arms around Mu Keyan's graceful waist under her long skirt, feeling the tightness and elasticity of the girl's lower abdomen and vest line due to long-term exercise.

"You didn't say it was this much!"

Miao Keyan felt embarrassed and anxious, and her voice couldn't help but rise a few notches.

"No way, this is the only one."

Mr. Lu's bearded chin rested naturally on the girl's shoulder.

He buried his head in his collarbone, took a deep breath, and his nostrils were immediately filled with the faint scent of roses.

A mixture of black currant and bergamot, this is the scent of Miu Keyan body lotion.

"do not do that"

The hot palms climbed up from the waist through the long skirt. Miao Keyan pushed a few times symbolically, but found that he couldn't push it open, so he gave up.

Forget it, he invaded me last time anyway.

The originally soft sound seemed to dissolve, with a few small bubbles appearing.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her long eyelashes kept trembling, as if she accepted the man's recklessness.

"60cm?"

After quietly slipping into the slit of the tall girl's skirt along her armpit, Mr. Lu was no longer so anxious.

He gently stroked Mu Keyan's delicate and smooth skin all the way, over and over again, with a sense of lingering.

"What are you saying?"

This made Miao Keyan very distressed. She had already mustered up her courage, but President Lu suddenly started a conversation with her. She felt very anxious and depressed.

"Waistline, isn't it?"

Lu Jincheng whispered in her ear.

"Oh, yes."

The two men were face to face, and Miao Keyan could feel the hot breath from the man, and blood was dripping down her cheeks.

"Turn around. I want to continue measuring."

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

Now that we have finished talking about waist circumference, the next one is naturally the upper circumference.

Mr. Lu gestured to her arm with his eyes.

Miao Keyan immediately understood, stretched out his arms, and straightened his back along his waistline, forming a beautiful slight arch.

The originally fitted skirt was tightened by the silk ribbon at the waist, which lifted up the hill. Under the empty clothes, a large area of ​​white skin was left under the neckline, and the ribbons that slipped down the shoulders were the final touch of purity.

This long dress played a wonderful effect on her.

When going out shopping, she is an elegant female companion; in private, she is a lover at your knees. The same dress is eye-catching in both occasions.

After staying at the waist for a while, Mr. Lu finally continued to move up and arrived at the destination.

"call"

Originally, having this part of your body measured was a very embarrassing thing, but Mr. Lu took so long to dawdle at the front that it made Mu Keyan's heart itch.

Now that he had her all in his hands, she actually felt relieved and liberated.

"90cm?"

Mr. Lu's voice sounded again.

"Yep."

Miao Keyan behaved very well. Although she felt strange pain in her body, she did not stop his actions. Instead, she pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and asked for whatever he wanted.

"My measurement is pretty accurate, right?"

The man smiled, loosened his hand, and turned her towards the window again.

"That's right, it's really accurate."

Miao Keyan opened his eyes and tried hard to suppress the wheezing in his voice.

"Then I continue?"

"Ah."

Miao Keyan mustered up his courage and responded softly.

The next second, she was pushed hard by the man behind her, and her body leaned forward, with her arms forced to support herself on the soft Simmons mattress, forming a "F" posture.

"what!!!"

Miao Keyan couldn't help but scream out. President Lu was gentle for just a few moments before returning to his strong nature.

He stretched out his hand and pressed down on the senior sister's waist and back, leaving her no time to get up. She could only continue to support herself on the mat. With his other hand, he found the zipper at her neck and moved it from top to bottom in an incredibly smooth motion.

"nice."

President Lu admired the beauty in front of him with admiration. After long-term exercise, Miao Keyan did not have a trace of fat on her body, and her delicate and healthy skin looked like jade under the light.

"Boss Lu, no, no more measurement?"

Miao Keyan twisted her body shyly, trying to escape from under the man, but his big hands pinned her to the edge of the bed, and she could only move within a limited range.

"Not yet, let's talk about it later."

Lu Jincheng reached to the bottom of his T-shirt with one hand, turned his head, and took off his clothes.

Sleeping together and eating together are the most basic needs of human beings.

It’s just that the former is slightly more advanced than the latter.

In the 1970s, for the first time in human history, more people died from obesity than from hunger.

By now, in mainstream countries, there are very few people who do not have enough food to eat.

However, the number of people who can fully satisfy the former is still far from enough, the conditions it faces are more complex, and it is more closely entangled with human sociality.

When the stomach is satisfied, people want to eat more delicious food; when the taste buds are satisfied, people want to give more meaning to food.

Cooking has gradually become an art, and ingredients have also begun to become unique, from exquisite plating to the environment of bamboo forests and flowing streams, all of which have become part of the diet.

The same goes for sleeping.

When the self is no longer satisfied, one wants a bed partner.

When monotonous desires become boring, people seek more excitement.

As the levels go up, union ceases to be about satisfying physical needs, just as cooking ceases to be about satisfying appetite.

People who work from nine to five can also enjoy higher-end food by saving money for a period of time.

But women’s resources are different. When most people cannot even meet their basic needs in this regard, only a few can appreciate them in a way that is close to art.

Like all art, it requires inspiration and sedimentation.

To complete a good work, both are indispensable.

So, Mr. Lu turned off the lights.

(End of this chapter)