Chapter 145 Dancing
Lin Yu nimbly flipped off Jiang Chuan's lap, tilted her head back, and met his gaze without flinching, a rare cunning glint in her eyes.
"How about we put on some music?" She casually brushed her loose hair behind her head, revealing a small section of her fair and slender neck.
Before Jiang Chuan could react, she lifted her skirt and walked gracefully to the display cabinet in the living room. Her fingertips swept across a row of vinyl records as if plucking strings, and she casually picked one out and placed it on the gramophone beside her.
She gently raised her tonearm, aligning the tuning peg with the record's groove. The next second, deep, soothing jazz music flowed through the air, adding a touch of ambiguous languor to the night.
Lin Yu leaned against the display case, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, her body slightly leaning forward, forming a pleasing acute angle with the case, a posture that accentuated her already graceful figure.
She turned her face to meet Jiang Chuan's burning gaze once more, tilted her head slightly, and gracefully stretched her body to the rhythm of the music. Her right leg rose in sync, her smooth instep slowly brushing against her other leg from bottom to top.
Beneath the dress, her waist was perfectly cinched, and the skirt slid back like a curtain, inadvertently revealing her firm and shapely legs—the result of more than a year of consistent fitness training under Jiang Chuan's guidance.
Jiang Chuan leaned back on the sofa, his Adam's apple bobbing, his emotions growing increasingly intense. He knew that this performance, orchestrated by Lin Yu, was only just beginning.
She dragged over an armchair and walked lightly toward Jiang Chuan. She placed the chair in front of him, turned her back to him, and gently crossed her slender wrists, resting them on the edge of the chair back.
To the accompaniment of deep, lingering jazz music, Lin Yu slowly bent over, her movements as natural as flowing water. A few stray strands of hair fell across her forehead, then she casually brushed them behind her shoulder.
With a flicker of her eyes, she turned and glanced at Jiang Chuan with a half-smile, her gaze carrying a silent invitation and a test.
His gaze was fixed on Lin Yu, unwilling to look away for even a moment. The two flames in his eyes burned brighter and brighter. His chest heaved with uncontrollable restlessness, and he felt a long-lost heat spreading from his neck to his ears.
Lin Yu's dance has a contradictory attraction, with a seductive danger hidden in her innocence, and every twist and sway of her hips carries a hint of unspoken provocation.
She would always swirl in rhythm, sliding into his reach, her skirt deliberately brushing against his trousers, only to pull away without a second's hesitation, leaving behind only a faint fragrance and a fleeting warmth that she hadn't had time to catch.
This teasing, seemingly close yet distant, tugged at Jiang Chuan's heartstrings, making him unconsciously want to get closer, but his hands, bound behind his back, firmly held him in place.
As the music drew to a close, Lin Yu's movements became increasingly daring.
With a flick of her fingertips, she lifted the dress off her body, placed it on her feet, and used the back of the chair for support to complete a graceful spin.
The moment her skirt touched the ground, her pure black lace lingerie and stockings were revealed without any cover, creating a striking contrast with her porcelain-white skin. The intertwining of innocence and desire resulted in an undisguised and dazzling sexiness.
When the song ended, Lin Yu sat back down in his chair. He braced himself against the chair with his hands behind him, hooked his toes, and placed them on Jiang Chuan's heaving chest, deliberately stomping on him to push him deeper into the sofa back.
The gesture carried both a provocative undertone and a hint of intimate possessiveness. Jiang Chuan was completely under her control at that moment, his breathing becoming involuntarily rapid.
Lin Yu's toes traced the contours of his taut chest muscles as they descended. But as they brushed past his leg, something hard bumped against her lightly. She paused, leaned forward, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of women's cigarettes.
She lifted the box lid with one hand, glanced down at it, and noticed that two cigarettes were missing. So she gently lifted Jiang Chuan's chin with the cigarette box, forcing him to look up at her, her tone tinged with amusement.
"You're being naughty, you've learned to smoke?"
Zhang Hengyuan had left the cigarettes with him, but he'd forgotten to return them. However, Jiang Chuan was already completely absorbed in Lin Yu's performance and wasn't thinking of explaining. Instead, he went along with her, asking, "How does sister plan to punish me?"
"Don't rush..." Lin Yu chuckled lightly, then straddled Jiang Chuan's lap. Straightening his back, he knocked a cigarette out of the pack, put it between his lips, gently bit the menthol capsule, and lit it with the lighter inside.
She held the cigarette between two fingers and took a shallow drag.
The milky white smoke lingered around the tip of her tongue, but not into her lungs. It lingered briefly between her lips and teeth before she slowly exhaled it onto Jiang Chuan's face.
Then, under his intense gaze, Lin Yu placed the cigarette holder, which was stained with his own wet lip print, directly into his slightly parted lips.
Neither of them actually liked smoking. The difference was that Lin Yu neither liked nor knew how to smoke, while Jiang Chuan, though he didn't like it, did smoke.
He held the cigarette holder she had used in his mouth, the thin smoke making him squint slightly. His cheeks hollowed out as he slowly inhaled, letting the smoke escape from his nostrils.
Her deep-set features and reddish, narrow eyes, partially obscured by the swirling smoke, added to her alluring sexiness, making one's heart tighten.
Lin Yu, momentarily envious, reached out and violently ripped open the front of Jiang Chuan's shirt. Several buttons popped off, fell to the ground, and bounced far away.
The shirt collar was completely open, revealing Jiang Chuan's vigorous and powerful physique. The person whose clothes had been torn was still immersed in the play, grumbling with dissatisfaction while smoking a cigarette: "Sister, my clothes are very expensive."
Lin Yu's fingertips glided over Jiang Chuan's firm abdominal muscles, then she lowered her head and bit down on his Adam's apple. Sensing Jiang Chuan's suppressed panting, she intensified her actions, gently blowing a breath onto his sensitive neck.
"Please serve me well, and I'll buy you something even more expensive."
Before Jiang Chuan could react, she pulled herself back onto the chair opposite him, her legs slightly apart, one foot resting on the cushion between his legs. Leaning over, she pinched the lace edge of his stockings and slowly rolled them off, one by one.
Jiang Chuan's back was covered in a thin layer of sweat from her teasing. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was her outstretched limbs. When he closed his eyes, the burning afterimage still burned in his mind, almost burning away the last bit of his reason.
The last sock was also taken off. Lin Yu gently hooked it with her finger, waved it in front of his eyes, then released her wrist and lightly tossed it onto his violently heaving chest.
This was like throwing a burning match into a gasoline-soaked iron can; with a bang, the long-planned desire finally broke through the critical point.
Jiang Chuan suddenly lifted his foot and hooked it onto the crossbar. With a slight exertion, he pulled the chair and the person in it together in front of him.
Lin Yu gasped, lost his balance, and fell backward onto Jiang Chuan. He tilted his head slightly, and cigarette ash fell onto the leather sofa next to him.
The next second, he easily broke free of the hands tied behind his back and raised his hand to deliver a light but not heavy blow to Lin Yu's snow-white buttocks.
Immediately afterwards, he pinched the nearly burnt-out cigarette between two fingers, flicked it to the ground, and the scarlet sparks hit the expensive marble floor tiles before he stomped them out.
Jiang Chuan was about to turn his head to exhale the last puff of smoke when Lin Yu suddenly reached out and turned his face back. The smoke settled on his chest, spreading out like a thin veil.
She leaned closer and kissed him deeply, their teeth touching, their lips and tongues intertwined, melting all her restrained excitement into this sudden, passionate kiss.
For a moment, only the two of them could suppress their breathing and the ambiguous wet sounds of their lips intertwining in the living room.
After a long while, Lin Yu finally pulled away from Jiang Chuan's lips, panting. He gently brushed his fingertips against Jiang Chuan's moist lips, raising an eyebrow with lingering satisfaction. "Grape flavor."
Jiang Chuan let out a low chuckle, unable to suppress the heat in his heart any longer. He lifted Lin Yu up abruptly, turned him around and pressed him firmly into the soft sofa. He leaned down and kissed him again, more passionate and more urgent than before.
Lin Yu turned her head to dodge, giggling as she gently pushed against his chest, feigning resistance. "My dance isn't finished yet!"
"We'll save that for next time." Jiang Chuan buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice terribly hoarse. "Next, it's my turn to serve you, sister."
Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle to himself; it seemed he quite enjoyed this role-playing.
She stopped struggling and let Jiang Chuan ignite her passion. His fingertips brushed against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her. In her mind, she secretly plotted what new storyline she should come up with next time to get him more into character.
Lin Yu draped one leg over Jiang Chuan's waist, while Jiang Chuan held the other leg firmly in his palm, watching as Jiang Chuan lowered his head and kissed him devoutly all the way up to his ankle.
Her slightly stubbled chin brushed against her delicate inner thighs, the warm, rough touch spreading like a tide, seeping into her skin inch by inch, making her squint her eyes in comfort, indulging in the wave of desire she had stirred up.
However, just as the two were losing control of their emotions, the person in front of them stopped without warning. Lin Yu, feeling dizzy, opened her misty eyes and looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Chuan knelt between her legs with his head bowed, his bangs obscuring his deep-set eyes and his expression dark and unreadable. Only his chest heaved violently, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of unreleased impulse.
After a long while, he took a bite out of frustration and anger at being teased, biting her inner thigh hard.
"Ouch...it hurts..." Lin Yu cried out softly, caught off guard, and instinctively kicked him in the chest. "You beast, Jiang Chuan!"
Jiang Chuan laughed at her cry of pain, grabbed her ankle with one hand, withdrew his hand from between her legs, and held it out in front of her eyes.
"It was indeed an unforgettable night, so-so!" His tone was full of suppressed helplessness, and also carried a hint of lingering heat.
By the moonlight streaming in through the window, Lin Yu could see the marks on his fingertips, and his cheeks instantly burned bright red.
Jiang Chuan glanced at her meaningfully, pulled a blanket over her stomach, and leaned down to gently kiss the faint teeth marks on her leg. Once the heat subsided slightly, he got up, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, he dried Lin Yu's body with a soft towel, helped her put on her pajamas, and then settled her on the bed, carefully tucking her in. He then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm brown sugar water and placed it on the bedside table before turning back to the bathroom to tidy up.
This time, he stayed inside for an exceptionally long time. So long that when Lin Yu was lying on the bed, almost asleep, he didn't feel the mattress behind him sink slightly.
She instinctively reached behind her, but Jiang Chuan grabbed her wrist, his fingertips feeling icy cold. "Your hands are cold," he said, his voice now devoid of its usual calm.
Lin Yu then realized that he had just taken a long shower in the bathroom with cold water and was still feeling chilly, which was why he was restraining himself from keeping his distance from her.
Lin Yu, who didn't suffer from menstrual cramps to begin with, pressed herself against him without a care. Her warm chest pressed against his slightly cool back, her eyes closed, her lips lightly brushing against his earlobe, her voice soft and sticky.
"You don't need to do this... Actually, I can help you."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Chuan suddenly rolled over and pulled her into his arms. With a lift of his long leg, he gently pressed down on her restless body, locking Lin Yu firmly from head to toe, and threatened, "Either you go to sleep obediently, or nobody sleeps with you tonight. Choose one."
Startled by these words, Lin Yu shrank into his arms and quickly closed her eyes in the dark bedroom.
Jiang Chuan's voice rang out above him again, with a hint of nagging: "Wear more clothes next time you go out, and drink less alcohol."
"Your period came so early, and you didn't even realize you needed to be careful. Just because you don't have cramps now doesn't mean you're okay. You'll know how bad it is when the pain really starts."
Lin Yu pressed her face against his warm chest and couldn't help but chuckle. Then she tilted her head back and gently bit his chin, replying in a soft voice, "I know, even my two dads combined aren't as nagging as you."
Jiang Chuan raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Yu's nose with his knuckles. Lin Yu's gaze fell on the old scar on his forearm, and he gently touched it with his fingertips, stroking it slowly from bottom to top.
After a long pause, she spoke softly, "Shall we get a tattoo?" As she spoke, she turned her wrist, revealing a faint scar on the inside. "Do you dare?"
Lin Yu had assumed that Jiang Chuan, with his composed nature, would most likely refuse outright. However, to his surprise, Jiang Chuan only pondered for a moment before asking, "Couple's items?"
"Hmm." She looked up at him, blinked, and her eyes held a vague expectation.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Jiang Chuan agreed readily and decisively, which surprised Lin Yu for a moment.
He has always been cautious and never makes irreversible decisions lightly. Agreeing to get a tattoo was not a spur-of-the-moment impulse, but rather a silent promise.
She promised that she would forever bear the mark of this relationship on her body. This sentiment, hidden in her actions, is more romantic than any passionate declaration of love.
"Then I need to think carefully about what design to get tattooed." Lin Yu came back to his senses, his tone filled with an undisguised smile.
"Mmm." Jiang Chuan responded, gently placing his palm on her back and slowly stroking it, his movements tender and reassuring.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Go to sleep first, and think about it when you wake up."
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