Chapter 93 Dragon Treasure vs. Limits of Pampering: "Should we look in the mirror...?"
"Are you done filming?" Wen Yinhe's slightly hoarse voice, filled with hot breath, gently asked Lu Huaijin's ear.
“Alright,” Lu Huaijin held up his phone to Wen Yinhe while the two were still embracing, a hint of pride in his voice, “How is it? Is it okay?”
"Hmm, that's a really good shot," Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's forehead, his head pressed against Lu Huaijin's temple, one hand still resting on Lu Huaijin's abdomen, while the other hand was raised to fiddle with the phone screen in Lu Huaijin's hand, "Then let's try another pose."
Once the two of them stick together, it's as if they can't be separated.
Neither party is willing to withdraw first until the other party raises an objection.
Since he was going to start a business properly, Wen Yinhe decided to follow the crowd and create a nine-square grid.
This means that you need to think of at least nine positions.
The second pose is similar to the first, with the emphasis on highlighting one person's arm and the other person's waist.
Lu Huaijin straightened his shirt, tightened his belt, stood facing Wen Yinhe in the mirror, and then stretched out his arms and put them on Wen Yinhe's shoulders.
This posture inevitably caused his chest and abdomen to press forward against Wen Yinhe, showing off his pert buttocks encased in trousers and his supple, slender waist tightly cinched by his taut shirt.
Lu Huaijin couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied with his figure. No wonder Wen Yinhe was so fascinated by him. He felt that he and Wen Yinhe were even so well-matched in terms of body. Tsk, there's nothing to say.
This time, it was Wen Yinhe who was holding the phone.
Wen Yinhe wrapped one arm around Lu Huaijin's side waist and gripped Lu Huaijin's lower back tightly with his palm, sinking into the hollow between Lu Huaijin's waist and hips, pulling him close to his chest. With his other hand, he held up his phone in front of the mirror.
The muscles in his arms bulged high with the bending of his arms, the curves full and sexy. His five fingers holding the phone were long and strong, and his large palm made the phone seem like a miniature model.
The moment Wen Yinhe couldn't help but lean in and kiss Lu Huaijin's eye, he pressed the shutter button.
"It's done," Wen Yinhe said softly.
Lu Huaijin did not move his arm away, but instead hugged Wen Yinhe's neck tightly, pressed his entire upper body against Wen Yinhe, and even teasingly rubbed against him heavily.
The two were of similar height and bumped into each other at the same time, feeling both sore and incredibly hot.
Their breathing almost simultaneously became erratic.
The muscles of the arm that Wen Yinhe had placed on Lu Huaijin's lower back suddenly tightened. He couldn't press it down, but he was also reluctant to let go. For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma, and a slick of hot sweat slid down his back.
These poses are far too suggestive and could easily escalate into something more.
If one loses control, things could easily spiral out of control at any moment.
Wen Yinhe, being the more rational of the two, gently pushed Lu Huaijin's shoulder away with all her might, gave him a comforting kiss on the corner of his lips, and said with a slightly flushed face:
"Not now, I'll give it to you after we finish filming... okay?"
Lu Huaijin initially found the photos quite interesting, but after only taking two, he's already getting impatient.
Just to have this deadly photo taken, he actually had to endure it in his own home. It's outrageous!
However, since this was Wen Yinhe's job, even though Lu Huaijin was extremely frustrated, he could only vent his anger by lifting Wen Yinhe's arm and giving it a heavy kiss, saying irritably:
"You better save them up properly. If you don't beg for mercy later, don't blame me for not letting you off the hook. Next one."
Wen Yinhe: "..."
Wen Yinhe's ears slowly turned red, and as if returning the courtesy, he took Lu Huaijin's hand and kissed his fingertips.
In anticipation of the delicious meal after the mission, Lu Huaijin became much more proactive and his efficiency increased dramatically.
In the third picture, Wen Yinhe, with his back to the mirror, picked up Lu Huaijin and held him face to face, then turned his head and kissed Lu Huaijin's ear.
Lu Huaijin then wrapped his legs around Wen Yinhe's waist, held the back of Wen Yinhe's head with one hand, and held up his phone with the other.
The phone obscured half of Lu Huaijin's face in the mirror, with the only eye visible staring directly at the camera. Its gaze was dark and sharp, capturing the moment when its eyes met those of the peeping tom.
Like a giant dragon coiled with treasure, it exudes a strong sense of possessiveness and oppression, intimidating everyone who tries to approach it and not allowing anyone to dare to snatch it from it.
Looking at Lu Huaijin's fierce eyes in the photo, Wen Yinhe knew that he was "hungry" and had started attacking indiscriminately.
He then apologetically ruffled Lu Huaijin's hair and carried him directly to the bedroom.
When Lu Huaijin saw that Wen Yinhe was walking towards the bedroom, his eyes lit up. He thought that Wen Yinhe had finally decided to do something.
However, Wen Yinhe immediately put him on the bed and then went to fetch a full-length mirror, placing it opposite the bed.
Lu Huaijin's heart slowly turned cold. Of course, he didn't think that Wen Yinhe was preparing for a play, but he still couldn't help but ask with the last glimmer of hope, "Are we going to do it in front of a mirror?"
Wen Yinhe was stunned for a moment, his face flushed red. He knew that what he was about to say might disappoint Lu Huaijin, but he still hesitated and chose to tell the truth:
"No, it's just that the next poses aren't very convenient to do in the gym, so we're shooting in the bedroom."
Lu Huaijin's heart sank completely, and a bored expression indeed appeared on his face.
Wen Yinhe gently kissed Lu Huaijin's cheek, his face flushing red with each shameful and direct word of their intimate conversation, yet his eyes remained earnestly fixed on Lu Huaijin's, unwilling to miss a single shift in Lu Huaijin's emotions.
"But after the shoot, we can do what we like in front of the mirror. Are you happier now?"
Lu Huaijin took a deep breath and buried his face in Wen Yinhe's chest muscles, rubbing it hard as if he were sucking the man's life force.
"You're the best at sweet-talking me, that's why I call you my darling."
When he looked up again, Lu Huaijin suddenly felt full of energy. He rolled up his sleeves and his gaze was as firm as if he were about to hold a board meeting: "Come on, how many are left? Let's finish this quickly."
In the fourth picture, Wen Yinhe sits on the edge of the bed with his long legs spread wide.
Lu Huaijin sat on the ground between Wen Yinhe's legs with his back to Wen Yinhe.
Both of them were facing the mirror.
Then, Wen Yinhe forcefully loosened Lu Huaijin's tie, unbuttoned Lu Huaijin's shirt with one hand, revealing a large expanse of Lu Huaijin's exquisite collarbone, which was both languid and sexy, and faint red marks left from the previous night could even be seen on it.
The other large, well-defined hand slowly touched Lu Huaijin's long, sexy neck, pushing Lu Huaijin's chin with its index finger, forcing his head to tilt back high, while its middle and ring fingers held the man's delicate and sensitive Adam's apple.
Lu Huaijin swallowed involuntarily, feeling his sensitive Adam's apple bobbing between Wen Yinhe's warm fingers. The faint blue veins on his neck bulged uncontrollably, yearning for more of Wen Yinhe's touch.
The moment Wen Yinhe lowered his head and kissed Lu Huaijin's lips in an upside-down position, Lu Huaijin took a picture of this extremely ambiguous scene in front of the mirror.
In the fifth picture, Wen Yinhe is still sitting on the bed.
Lu Huaijin then put on a sharp suit again, making sure he was impeccably groomed.
Then she got up, turned her back to Wen Yinhe, and straddled his strong, powerful leg, facing the mirror.
Wen Yinhe subconsciously raised his arm and put it around Lu Huaijin's waist.
Lu Huaijin then forcefully pressed Wen Yinhe's head to his side with one hand, while raising his phone to take a picture with the other.
In the sixth picture, Wen Yinhe's sitting posture remains unchanged.
Lu Huaijin stood up from him and stood face to face between Wen Yinhe's legs, with his back to the mirror, blocking Wen Yinhe's face.
Wen Yinhe held his phone in one hand, stretched out his strong arm, and forcefully hugged Lu Huaijin's thigh.
Lu Huaijin was forced to stagger forward two steps, his thin abdomen colliding with Wen Yinhe's forehead.
It then struck Wen Yinhe's soft cheek.
"Sorry, does it hurt?" Wen Yinhe kissed her subconsciously, his voice low and gentle, polite.
Lu Huaijin's face flushed, and he cursed, "Damn it, you don't have to be so polite to everyone here."
It's not that he misunderstood; Lu Huaijin had seen this angle many times before.
Each time, Wen Yinhe would kiss him while supporting him from behind with his large, warm hands as he prepared for the event.
Lu Huaijin's legs easily gave way, forcing him to brace himself on Wen Yinhe's shoulders, and his body leaned further and further towards Wen Yinhe's face.
In the end, he was almost supported by Wen Yinhe's palms to prevent him from sliding down.
But it must be said that this angle is indeed the most convenient for appreciating the beautiful scenery.
Wen Yinhe's thick, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, her rosy lips were squeezed out of shape, and her fair cheeks were bright red and bulging.
And when Wen Yinhe stared straight up into his eyes, his gaze held both tender affection and a terrifying darkness.
Elegant and charming, yet extremely aggressive and possessive, she easily made Lu Huaijin surrender.
The scene before him at this moment corresponded to countless breathtaking landscapes in Lu Huaijin's mind, instantly moving him to tears.
Wen Yinhe noticed this and looked up in slight surprise.
But the next second, Lu Huaijin, unusually awkward, pressed his head down and commanded, "Take a picture quickly!"
Wen Yinhe obediently pressed the camera button.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the moment he glanced at Lu Huaijin's face, he seemed to see a flash of red before his eyes.
Lu Huaijin felt ashamed and subtly stifled when he thought that Wen Yinhe was just focused on taking pictures while he was the only one having sex.
This is a photo where you can't see any faces, only a man tightly hugging another man in black suit pants with his back to the camera.
Although the photo only shows two long, straight legs encased in suit trousers, sometimes nobility is a quality, and one's imagination can fill in all the gaps.
Anyone who sees this photo would have no doubt that this is a very refined and mature man.
The tall, robust man in front of him, whose face was obscured, inevitably made people imagine what a handsome face was hidden behind this noble figure.
This is a photo that evokes endless imagination.
However, no one knows what filthy thoughts were in the mind of that noble man with his back to the camera when this photo was taken.
Wen Yinhe glanced at Lu Huaijin's stiff body out of the corner of his eye, keenly sensing what Lu Huaijin was thinking, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
So, on the seventh card, the two players switched positions.
Lu Huaijin crossed his legs and sat elegantly on the edge of the bed, actually concealing the slightly embarrassing area.
Wen Yinhe then sat down on the ground in front of Lu Huaijin, facing the mirror. He turned his head, turned his face to the side, and gently bit a button on Lu Huaijin's suit with his teeth. Then, he slowly and deliberately unbuttoned it with his mouth.
This is clearly a movement not shown in the example image; it could only be Wen Yinhe's own interpretation.
Even through the thick suit jacket, Lu Huaijin could almost feel Wen Yinhe's hot breath and the touch of his soft lips on his skin.
He was all too familiar with that feeling, having experienced it almost every night, which made him almost reflexive to Wen Yinhe's cheek getting close.
Lu Huaijin's lower abdomen tightened instantly.
The body was already feeling hot and restless, and this only exacerbated the problem.
He couldn't resist reaching around Wen Yinhe's neck and slipping his hot, slender hand into the collar of Wen Yinhe's vest, giving it a retaliatory squeeze.
They were taking pictures together, so why was he the only one suffering so much? He wanted to make this culprit suffer with him.
Wen Yinhe's pectoral muscles were very large, and when he was relaxed, they were as soft as bread. Lu Huaijin liked to lean against them to rest while listening to Wen Yinhe's reassuring and steady heartbeat.
I also really enjoy grabbing things while I'm doing it.
Each time he was grabbed, Wen Yinhe would react very violently, which would then make him even happier.
At this moment, Wen Yinhe's chest muscles instantly tensed up like rocks, and sweat immediately rolled down his neck, yet he willingly enjoyed the intertwined pleasure and pain brought by Lu Huaijin.
He quickly reached his hand over his head and stroked Lu Huaijin's ear in a flattering manner. A soft kiss landed on Lu Huaijin's abdomen, which was exposed by the unbuttoned white shirt, as if he were begging for mercy.
The photo captures the moment when the two are flirting with each other.
Just as Lu Huaijin was about to revel in his victory, he lowered his eyes and met Wen Yinhe's doting and indulgent gaze.
His mind raced, and he almost immediately realized that everything that had just happened was under Wen Yinhe's control. He exclaimed incredulously, "You deliberately provoked me?"
Wen Yinhe knelt up from the ground, his legs spread apart, and the shape of his work pants was clearly revealed when they were stretched taut by his strong thighs.
This was an extremely shameful position for Wen Yinhe. His face was indeed so red that it was almost bleeding. All the exposed skin from his forehead to his fingers was red, and his huge body was emitting heat, as if he wanted to dry out the air in the entire bedroom.
But the thought of making Lu Huaijin happy made him uncontrollably want to show it to Lu Huaijin.
He knew that Lu Huaijin would definitely like it.
"Don't hold a grudge. I've become just like you now."
Wen Yinhe grabbed one of Lu Huaijin's feet, dragged it closer, and gently traced the outline with the tip of the man's leather shoe.
His Adam's apple bobbed more and more dryly, and a wild and intense emotion surged in his dark eyes as he looked at Lu Huaijin. His doting gaze completely transcended his own sense of shame as he asked tenderly:
"This is your work. Are you satisfied?"
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