From visitor to hostess, the change in mentality often happens in an instant. After agreeing to accept this house, Zhou Sinin simply laid open her suitcase, arranging an array of small items while enthusiastically planning the expansive villa space. "Not bad... Everything necessary is here and it doesn’t look like anything is missing." Every room was meticulously arranged by He Ying, with complete furniture; even the curtains and pillowcases were washed and reinstalled. "How much do you pay your assistant monthly? She’s so dedicated to her work!" "It’s not about the money, following me allows her to learn things." The brown-haired girl walked into the bedroom on her own, changed into a long nightgown she brought, slipped on her slippers, and returned to the living room, her little white socks nowhere to be seen. Her hair, which was just tied up, naturally cascaded down as she stretched languidly, her silhouette transforming into alluring curves under the light. The radiance she exuded was unmatched in relaxation. The dinner for two didn’t involve boisterous visits to some trending restaurant. Exhausted from travel, Lu Jincheng called a nearby izakaya for delivery. On the dining table were several exquisite dishes. Freshly air-shipped fish sashimi, tempura, wagyu sukiyaki, two plates of sushi, charcoal-grilled foie gras, and sake. "Come on, let me fill it up for you~" Zhou Sinin half-stood up, bending her waist, held the gray-white porcelain sake pot, and poured a full cup for Lu Jincheng seated across from her. "Is this... to celebrate the housewarming?" The man pursed his lips, watching her actions, couldn’t help but laugh. "Even though we haven’t moved the bedroom yet... let’s say it is." As she bent down, a strand of brown hair inevitably fell, like a clear mountain stream trickling down the forest. She naturally extended the other hand, tucking the stray lock behind her ear. Then, she lifted her gaze. Sure enough, the man across was also watching her. But Lu Jincheng’s gaze was clearly not on her hair or the sake pot. It was quite obvious that his attention was drawn to the lake view revealed by the neckline of her nightgown when she bent over. The fair and gentle expanse, with two lamb-fat jades faintly discernible, certainly grabbed the man’s eyes. Her cheeks immediately flushed crimson, her mind even paused briefly. Recalling what she wore today? Was it the black lace demi-cup? If it was the demi-cup, this bending over would reveal not only most of it but possibly the intricate lace trimmings, right? Eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls often instinctively react by quickly covering up with their hands or coyly masking with a couple of words. In a fleeting moment of embarrassment, her heart raced like a startled deer. But in terms of physical reaction, Zhou Sinin reacted quite differently from others. She didn’t avoid or pretend not to see or finish pouring the sake and wasn’t adjusting her neckline as if cherishing it. Instead, she stood silently, maintaining the posture like a crafted embroidery. At this moment, the central air conditioning maintained the temperature, Zhou Sinin wore only a nightgown from head to toe, her soft, delicate feet resting on the plush carpet. The nightgown was a long-tail, short-trim, plain fitted style. Perfectly showcasing her shoulders, her waist, her buttocks and legs — the slenderness, the grace, the poise, impeccably. Her glass already full, she continued to stand like that. At first glance, it seemed a bit awkward, but upon closer examination, it was incredibly charming. She believed the man was crystal clear about her intention. If he wanted to look, he could indulge fully. No affectation, no concealment, no evasion. Her body, always and everywhere, ready for this man to admire in the most beautiful form. "Of course, it looks good." She remained like that until Lu Jincheng exhibited a satisfied smile, even seeming to nod, before she sat down again. Then, with a gentle and sincere gaze, she lifted her eyes to meet the man’s fervent look. "Baby, ...I can’t eat anything." Though still sitting across from one another eating, perhaps it was just this little moment of intimacy that stirred an uncontrollable sentiment in the man facing her. "Hahaha, that won’t do, let’s focus on eating first." Zhou Sinin lowered her head, her eyebrows blooming into a crescent moon smile. "Come over and sit by my side." Lu Jincheng’s gaze also heated up, slightly coarse-throated, tapping the chair beside him with a smile. The dining table was very large, indeed quite inconvenient. Though sitting across with plenty of space around, a considerable distance conjured between them. She hesitated slightly, playfully gathered her skirt, with flushed cheeks, held her little cup of sake, stood up, crossed to the side, and sat next to the man. Having long achieved intimacy with her lover, she began to realize women lacking romantic finesse hold no allure. The source of this content ɪs novᴇlfire.net Of course, Zhou Sinin understood what he meant. Thus, obediently, she pulled her chair closer, allowing their resilient thighs to firmly touch against each other. She leaned subtly and picked up a piece of sushi to feed him, her upper body naturally resting in the man’s embrace. Aroma filled, sake intoxicating. Fortunately, it was Japanese cuisine, and dinner didn’t take too long for the two. "Tomorrow, I’m going back to school... packing things, and slowly moving over." After the satisfying meal, Zhou Sinin nestled on the sofa, casually playing a currently airing drama, her feet cradled by the lover who massaged them, till she squinted comfortably. "Shall I drive over and help you move?" "No need... I have too much luggage, I’d prefer to do it little by little like an ant moving home." Zhou Sinin instead shook her head. "I can call my best friend to help me move; she has a car too." "...a cunning little minx." Lu Jincheng glanced over, half smiling. His hands kept working, pressing down along the girl’s back. Her back lines were beautifully smooth and delicate, crystal clear and tender, with minimal excess flesh, the texture under the shoulder blades elastic, narrow waist showcasing an excellent waist-to-hip ratio, no matter if lightly stroking or softly kissing, causing his infinite lingering. A bit shy, she buried her face in her elbow, reluctant to meet his gaze. He chuckled, slid a hand beneath the girl’s slender legs from her knees, lifting her princess-style. Regarding the prelude to a storm, no motion compares to a patient and gentle kiss, with her cheeks flushed red, even her squinting eyes filled with shimmering water glow. "I want to see, in the end... who will fail to stand steadily." Raindrops hit the silk screens as a light drizzle fell outside; the girl’s murmurs gradually faded into the rain. Transforming into even more melodious and enchanting oriole chirps.