Sexy photos
In the well-air-conditioned shopping mall of Zhaohua Building, Zhou Jianxing followed Chu Wei closely.
Chu Wei had a clear goal. As soon as she entered, she pulled her directly to a brightly lit cosmetics counter. The saleswoman, dressed in a black uniform and with exquisite makeup, greeted her warmly.
Zhou Jianxing sat stiffly on a high stool, letting the salesgirl skillfully apply cream on her face. The cold brush and fingertips brushed across her skin, bringing a strange touch.
When the salesgirl handed him the mirror, Zhou Jianxing looked at himself in the mirror, with slightly raised eyeliner, fuller lips, and much clearer features, and felt a little stunned.
She picked up her phone, found an angle, quickly took a photo, and sent it to Wen Lingyi.
"Sister Wen, does this look good?" She stared at the screen, her heart beating a little faster.
Almost immediately, the phone vibrated.
"It's beautiful. It's beautiful."
These four simple words stirred up layers of joy in her heart. The corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, unable to suppress it.
"Oh, your smile is so sweet, it seems that the leader has approved it?" Chu Wei came over and joked, looking at her completely immersed look, he shook his head helplessly.
Carrying a heavy bag of cosmetics, Zhou Jianxing was pushed by Chu Wei into the women's clothing area. The corridor outside the fitting rooms was covered with thick carpet, which absorbed the sound of footsteps, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner and the gentle sound of clothes hangers sliding.
Zhou Jianxing changed into one set of clothes after another and walked out to be inspected by Chu Wei.
When she walked out wearing a tight leopard print short-sleeved shirt and a light blue denim skirt, Chu Wei's eyes lit up obviously. His gaze swept back and forth over her body, finally settling on her straight and slender legs.
"Oh my god, Xingxing," Chu Wei admired sincerely, "It would be a waste if you didn't become a model with such legs. They're longer than my life."
Zhou Jianxing felt uncomfortable being praised. She subconsciously covered the hem of her skirt with her hands and turned her body left and right in front of the large dressing mirror, her cheeks slightly red. "Don't say that. May Sister Wei live a long life." She turned around and asked uncertainly, "Does this look good on you?"
"It looks really good!" Chu Wei's eyes were still glued to those legs, but then they moved upwards and landed on the wild leopard print short-sleeved shirt. Then he looked at Zhou Jianxing's sweet, youthful face and shook his head decisively, "Those legs are absolutely stunning, but this top doesn't go with your face at all. It's so awkward. Even if you want to go for a sexy look, this isn't the way to go. Try something else."
The whole morning passed by trying on clothes, looking in the mirror, commenting, and paying the bill. When they finally sat down on the chairs in the dining area with their bags, Chu Wei was so tired that she almost didn't want to move.
Zhou Jianxing bought almost all skirts in various styles, which were far from her usual image of overalls and T-shirts.
After a quick lunch, Chu Wei had to leave the store because of something. Zhou Jianxing walked her to the parking lot, but declined her offer to drive him home, saying he wanted to go shopping.
Watching Chu Wei's car merge into the traffic flow, Zhou Jianxing stood there, took a deep breath, as if he was about to make some important decision.
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She turned and walked back into the bright and spacious atrium of Zhaohua Building. Her steps were no longer as relaxed as before, but rather hesitant. She took the escalator upstairs, her eyes passing through one shop after another, finally stopping at the door of the exquisitely decorated and dimly lit pajamas store.
She noticed it when she and Chu Wei passed by just now, but she didn't feel comfortable going in.
At this moment, Zhou Jianxing prepared himself mentally several times before he walked in.
"Welcome, beautiful lady. What kind of pajamas would you like to see?" The clerk came up to her with a smile.
Zhou Jianxing tried her best to appear calm, but her voice still betrayed her nervousness, trembling slightly: "I want to see... something sexy, something that shows off my figure."
The experienced clerk quickly and professionally assessed her and quickly pulled something off the shelf. "Would you like to try this champagne gold silk slip dress? It complements your skin tone and makes you look healthy and radiant."
She flung open the skirt, revealing the delicate silk flowing like water, radiating a soft, luxurious sheen. "The thin straps and deep V-neckline perfectly showcase the collarbone and neckline, and the high slit skirt reveals the shape of your legs as you walk. It's very elegant and charming."
Zhou Jianxing held his breath and took the light nightgown. When his fingertips touched the cold and smooth fabric, his heart skipped a beat.
The process of trying on clothes was blurry and quick. The figure in the mirror was strange and tempting. She didn't dare to look closely. She quickly changed back into her own clothes, walked to the cashier to pay, and after accepting the exquisite paper bag, she fled the store like a thief.
As she was going downstairs to leave, the bright glass display case of an international chain jewelry store on the first floor caught her eye.
The interior of the display case is well lit, and a platinum ring lies quietly on black velvet.
The center stone is a white sapphire with a natural starburst effect inside. It is clear and translucent, and is surrounded by tiny rose-cut diamonds, like randomly scattered star spots. The most special thing is that the center stone seems to be able to slide along the ring track.
For some unknown reason, Zhou Jianxing walked in.
"Hello, welcome." The clerk maintained a professional smile.
Zhou Jianxing pointed at the ring and said, "Hello, how much is this ring?"
The clerk's eyes quickly swept over Zhou Jianxing, her tone still polite. "Miss, you have excellent taste. This 'Star Track' ring is from our limited edition series this year, and the current price is 88,000 yuan. Do you need me to take it out for you to try on?"
Eighty-eight thousand, Zhou Jianxing's heart sank, it was equivalent to her income for most of half a year.
However, when I thought about the coffee machine worth 120,000 yuan that I didn't have to compensate for, an absurd thought came to my mind, as if I had picked up money out of thin air.
But, someone like Wen Lingyi is very good at wearing and using everything. Is this ring worthy of her?
She couldn't take her eyes off the gem that seemed to contain a tiny universe. She began to calculate rapidly in her mind: a fixed deposit was about to mature, and next month's salary was about to be paid. Adding them together, it seemed just enough.
Zhou Jianxing shook his head, his voice a little dry: "No need to try it. Can the size of this ring be adjusted?"
"Sorry, miss, this ring has a fixed band and can't be adjusted," the clerk explained with a smile, as if realizing something. "Are you planning on giving it to someone instead of wearing it yourself? This ring is more suitable for women."
"Yes, for a gift." Zhou Jianxing nodded honestly, "Then how should I know the other party's size?"
"The most accurate method is to invite the woman to come to our VIP room for the measurement in person. We recommend coming in the afternoon. The finger will swell slightly due to the temperature, which will provide more accurate data."
Zhou Jianxing's cheeks flushed. Bringing Wen Lingyi to try on a ring? That was simply unrealistic.
The clerk observed her expression and considerately offered another solution: "If you want to give her a surprise, you can lend us a ring that she usually wears and is the right size for comparison."
Zhou Jianxing nodded, his eyes lingering on the "Star Track" ring for a long time before he whispered a thank you to the clerk and turned to leave.
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In the evening, after taking a shower, Zhou Jianxing locked the bedroom door.
The dressing mirror reflected her moisture-covered face. She took out the cosmetics she had bought this morning and applied them clumsily according to the tutorial. As a result, her eyeliner was a little crooked and her blush was a little heavy.
But she didn't care about that. With her heart beating like a drum, she took out the exquisite paper bag and took out the champagne gold silk nightgown.
The cool, silky fabric against her skin brought a shiver to her. The thin straps squeezed her shoulders, the plunging V-neckline was so low she couldn't lower her head, and the high-slit skirt left her legs exposed to the cool air.
She stood in front of the dressing mirror, hardly daring to look at the strange and sexy figure in the mirror.
She remembered Chu Wei's "teachings": in a relationship, you should take the initiative to flirt, and you can send some sexy photos without showing your face.
Chu Wei specifically emphasized that he did not show his face in order to protect himself.
But Zhou Jianxing didn't want to. She didn't want to have any reservations or defenses towards Wen Lingyi.
I cleared out the clutter in the house, faced the camera with my phone, and awkwardly adjusted my posture, standing, squatting, sitting on the edge of the bed... and took more than a hundred photos.
Finally, she picked out a photo with the best angle, which best showed off the skirt and her figure, and also revealed what she thought was the best-looking side profile. She then frantically used photo editing software to try to save her poor makeup skills, straightening the crooked eyeliner and lightening the overly heavy blush.
His fingertips hovered over the send button, hesitating for a long time, and his heartbeat was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Finally, she closed her eyes and pressed it.
You can almost hear the blood rushing to your head.
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Suzhou, in a hotel suite.
Wen Lingyi had just returned to her room after a dinner party, and her high heels were kicked casually at the door.
The inspection went smoothly. Lin Rui expressed a clear intention to cooperate and we can move forward with the specific plan after returning.
She relaxed into the sofa and poured herself a glass of water, just as her phone screen lit up.
It was a WeChat message from Zhou Jianxing, and it said it was a picture message. Wen Lingyi raised her eyebrows slightly. It was so late, and he was sending a picture?
She clicked on the conversation with great anticipation. The moment she saw the picture, her expression froze for a moment, and then became somewhat complicated and indescribable.
How should I describe it? The dress was beautiful, perfectly framing Zhou Jianxing's well-proportioned, tight figure. Her honey-colored skin glowed with a healthy glow against the champagne-gold silk, truly sexy. This little idiot, had he finally gotten it?
However, she couldn't take her eyes off Zhou Jianxing's face.
It can be seen from the photo that Zhou Jianxing was posing deliberately, not standing at attention stupidly. However, the expression on his face, with his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes wide open, and his lips tightly pursed into a line, made him look awe-inspiring and heroic.
How could she show her face in a photo like this? Didn't she even have this basic sense of self-protection? Wen Lingyi held her forehead, wanting to laugh, but she couldn't help feeling a little inexplicably restless.
She zoomed in on the photo, swiping Zhou Jianxing's serious face off the screen, and focused solely on the rest. The skirt was surprisingly well-chosen, fitting snugly. The high-quality fabric diluted the straightforward allure, adding a touch of subtle allure. The curves of her figure undulated, a hazy beauty shone in the soft light.
Heat quietly rose from her lower abdomen. Wen Lingyi put down her phone, poured another glass of ice water, and drank half of it in one gulp. The cold liquid passed through her throat, but it couldn't completely suppress the sudden heat.
If you ignore that unsightly face... the effect is really good.
It seems that this little fool needs to be taught a lesson.
Wen Lingyi walked to the hotel's large double bed, where the silk sheets were cool and smooth.
She took off her clothes and only wore a silver-gray silk shirt. The buttons of the shirt were not buttoned, and the hem of the shirt hung like flowing water, half covering her waist and hips.
He picked up the burgundy silk tie that he had untied and placed aside earlier, lowered his head, and gently bit one end of the tie with his teeth. The tip of his tongue rolled over the fabric, and the red glaze on his lips left an ambiguous wet mark on the surface of the tie.
The other end of the tie meandered down along the deep depression of the collarbone, like a dark stream, silently sinking into the depths of the open lapel and disappearing into the shadows.
The collar of the shirt slid down to the shoulders, revealing a large area of snow-white, delicate skin, which glowed with a soft pearl-like luster under the ceiling light in the room.
A few strands of black curly hair touched the red lips, and some were scattered casually on the chest.
She raised her phone, adjusted the angle, and shot down from a slightly higher position, showing the interweaving of silver-gray and snow-white, black hair and red lips, coldness and desire.
The movement of raising her arm caused one side of the collar to slide down further, barely covering half of her chest. The other side was also slightly opened due to the movement of her arm raising, and the arc faintly visible in the shadow was very suggestive.
The waist naturally leans back due to the kneeling position, the abdominal lines are tense, and below the navel, the bed sheet is pressed into messy folds, extending to the mysterious area.
At the edge of the lens is the completely exposed skin at the base of her legs. The light casts an almost transparent texture on it, forming a strong and stimulating visual contrast with the dark sheets beneath her.
She paused for a moment, her fingertips hovering over the shooting button, and a faint smile silently appeared at the corner of her lips.
I wonder what kind of funny expression that little fool will show when he receives this photo.
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Zhou Jianxing held her breath almost the moment the photo was successfully sent. Her brain seemed to have crashed, a blank, with only the powerful image on the screen remaining.
She just held the phone, her mouth slightly open, her eyes unblinking, and she even forgot her heartbeat.
After several seconds, perhaps longer, the photo was withdrawn.
This action was like lifting a spell. Zhou Jianxing suddenly came back to his senses. His fingers were trembling, and he could hardly hold the phone. He instinctively typed:
"Sister Wen, I haven't seen enough."
After a moment of silence, a new picture popped up in the chat box.
This time, one of the shirt buttons was cleverly fastened on the chest, creating a subtle cover and restraint. The fabric on both shoulders completely slid down to the elbows, revealing the entire snow-white shoulders and neck.
With one hand on her waist, Wen Lingyi naturally thrust her body forward, revealing her curves. Her long black curly hair cascaded down like seaweed, a few strands clinging to her snow-white skin.
One end of the burgundy red tie was wrapped around the swan's neck, and the other end hung straight down, disappearing into the deepest valley of the open shirt collar.
This is followed by a text message:
"You idiot, don't show your face when posting photos like this."
Zhou Jianxing's fingers trembled so violently that she nearly dropped her phone, her heart nearly leaping from her throat. She bit her lower lip, struggling for a moment, then, with trembling fingers, saved the photo and quickly moved it to a private, password-protected album.
Just after saving, this photo was also withdrawn.
Then, she also imitated Wen Lingyi's appearance in the photo just now, kneeling on the bed, trying to straighten her chest, holding the phone below her chin, avoiding her face that might have an out-of-control expression, and randomly pressed the shutter button, sending it without even looking at it carefully.
This time, the response time from the other side became exceptionally long.
Finally, the phone vibrated several times in succession.
"Baby, you're standing up. How cute."
"Would you think of me doing that?"
"But I can."
After reading just three lines, Zhou Jianxing's rationality was completely burned away. She opened her mouth slightly, gasping unconsciously, her cheeks red as if they were about to bleed.
Even the long waiting period just now turned into a blank space filled with endless ambiguous fantasies, which was both torturous and fascinating.
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On the other side, Wen Lingyi lay on the soft big bed in the hotel, repeatedly enlarging and carefully savoring the clumsy and direct photo that Zhou Jianxing had sent her last. The suppressed restlessness deep in her body finally found an outlet and soon reached its peak.
She threw her phone aside, her heart still beating violently, hitting her chest, leaving a clear and lasting aftertaste.
Zhou Jianxing was probably so embarrassed that he completely lost the ability to speak. He did not respond to her explicit teasing and only sent one sentence:
"Good night, Sister Wen."
Wen Lingyi looked at those words and could almost imagine Zhou Jianxing curled up in his quilt, his face flushed and at a loss. She closed her eyes and let out a soft breath.
You can go back tomorrow morning.
But now, she suddenly wanted to see that little fool very, very much right away.
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