Chapter 887: The night with Aunt Xue in my arms, I couldn't sleep

"Aunt Xue, I can't stand you anymore. You don't want to role-play Pan Jinlian and want me to play Ximen Qing, do you?" Lin Lang's throat rolled up and down.

Zhuang Jingxue tilted her body in a coquettish manner, looking at Lin Lang with drunken eyes, poked his forehead with her fingertips, and said coquettishly: "You little rascal, you are just daydreaming. I'm not so coquettish as to want to role-play Pan Jinlian."

Lin Lang breathed in the charming scent of Zhuang Jingxue's perfume and laughed, "Auntie Xue, don't you want to know what it feels like to be Pan Jinlian?"

Zhuang Jingxue asked curiously, "What does it feel like to be Pan Jinlian?"

Lin Lang leaned close to Zhuang Jingxue's ear and lowered his voice. He gently lifted a strand of her hair with his fingertips and twisted it around his fingers. He said with a wicked smile, "The feeling of being Pan Jinlian is like crushing a taboo into pieces and holding it in your mouth, savour- ing the taste over and over again."

"She should have followed the rules and been a virtuous woman, but she chose to break those worldly shackles and secretly do things that are not allowed by morality. She tore open her demure coat to seek excitement, and in the end, she became more and more addicted to stealing people."

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After saying that, Lin Lang leaned back and leaned lazily on the sofa, looking at Zhuang Jingxue with burning eyes and raising his eyebrows with a sly smile.

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue subconsciously closed her legs, raised her hand to touch her red cheeks, slowly closed her drunken eyes, and her breathing gradually became rapid. She imagined the scene if she was born in ancient times and became Pan Jinlian.

She showed an expression of enjoyment on her face, and said with her eyes closed: "Alang, Wu Song should also have chest and abdominal muscles, and his physique should be as strong as yours, a fighting champion, right?"

Lin Lang said with a wicked smile: "I don't know if I can beat you or not, but the real Pan Jinlian in history is not as coquettish as you."

"Alang, you little rascal, you make me so embarrassed. In ancient times, a scumbag as handsome, rich, and philandering as you must be more unrestrained and uninhibited than Ximen Qing." Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips and opened her watery and misty almond eyes.

"Oh? So, Aunt Xue, you don't like Wu Song, but like Ximen Qing?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxue said jokingly: "If Ximen Qing is as handsome as you, I will like Ximen Qing, but if Wu Song is as handsome as you, I will like Wu Song."

"Haha, Aunt Xue, you really put yourself in the fantasy of being Pan Jinlian? You are such a slut!"

"Hate it, Alang, if you keep talking to me in such a disrespectful way, I will ignore you." Zhuang Jingxue was so ashamed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Lin Lang, however, raised his goblet with a wicked smile, "Come on, bitch, let me toast you a glass! Ah, no, I toast you a glass to Pan Jinlian, but that doesn't seem right either, Aunt Xue, I toast you, hehe..."

Zhuang Jingxue suddenly slapped herself in the face with a "slap" sound, and said with red eyes: "How come I have become a shameless and cheap woman in front of you? What should I do?"

"Uh..." Lin Lang put down the red wine glass and said in confusion: "What's wrong, Aunt Xue? Did I make you angry by speaking without restraint?"

Zhuang Jingxue shyly met Lin Lang's gaze and said embarrassedly: "It's not you who made me angry, it's me who felt that I was too cheap. I don't know if it's right or wrong to let you know that I'm a cheap woman. How should I face you in the future?"

Lin Lang said nonsense in a serious tone: "I know you must be very conflicted now. On the one hand, you are bound by moral integrity, and on the other hand, you are eager to liberate your body and nature, follow your heart and become a bitch who no longer suppresses yourself."

"Auntie Xue, I want to say that people only have one life to live, and being happy is the most important thing. Etiquette and integrity cannot be used to make a living. I will not blackmail you morally, or despise you for being a bitch. I will always treat you as a family member."

Only Lin Lang can speak such ferocious words in such a heartwarming way.

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue actually stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully like a girl, "Alang, if you say so, then I won't pretend in front of you."

"Auntie Xue, it's so tiring to pretend. It's ok for you to pretend to be elegant and dignified in front of outsiders, but you really don't need to pretend in front of me. Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

"Ah Lang, thank you for letting me feel reborn in front of you. Now wealth, material things, fame, power, nothing can bring me happiness. Only when you call me a bitch can I feel a wave of emotion."

"Uh... Aunt Xue, are all the rich ladies in your circle of friends so cheap?"

Zhuang Jingxue laughed drunkenly: "Why? Do you want me to introduce you to a rich lady to play with?"

"No, no, no, I'm just asking casually. I'm usually so busy with the company's affairs that I don't even have time to accompany Mengyao, so how can I have the time to mess with some rich lady?" Lin Lang had this evil intention, but he didn't have the courage to admit it.

"Alang, you don't have to pretend to be serious in front of me. Tell me, how did you and your mother's best friend play together?"

"Uh...Aunt Xue, can I tell you this?"

Zhuang Jingxue couldn't help but ask curiously, shaking Lin Lang's arm and said coquettishly: "You can tell me, tell me about it."

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "She would take a shower in advance, put on a sexy nightgown, charming lace stockings, a mysterious lace eye mask, and a lace bell collar around her neck."

Zhuang Jingxue blushed after hearing this, and she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Alang, you are really good at playing around, it sounds like you think it's fun, can you give me a set of these clothes?"

"Uh...Auntie Xue, are you crazy? You are a widow now, who are you going to wear such a seductive outfit for?"

Zhuang Jingxue was about to answer that she wore it for you to see, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. She shyly replied, "Why do you have to wear it for a man to see? Can't I wear it secretly for myself at night?"

Lin Lang laughed awkwardly: "But Aunt Xue, if Mengyao finds out that I gave you such an indecent outfit, she will definitely be angry."

Zhuang Jingxue laughed drunkenly: "You are stupid, can't you prevent her from finding out?"

"But there is no wall that is impenetrable. If you don't want people to know, then don't do it." Lin Lang's mind was not completely confused even when he was drunk.

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue said coquettishly with an unhappy face: "You are not as filial as before. I didn't ask you to give me something valuable, but you refused to buy it for me."

Lin Lang said sadly: "Aunt Xue, these kinds of ambiguous gifts are gifts given to each other by lovers. I am not as filial to you as you are."

"Hmph, I don't care anyway. Just tell me whether you will buy it for me or not." Zhuang Jingxue pouted her lips charmingly.

Lin Lang said in great embarrassment: "Wouldn't it be different if you bought it yourself?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxue blurted out: "Can the things you bought for me feel the same as the things I bought for myself?"

"Uh... Aunt Xue, they are both the same alluring outfits, why do the ones I bought and the ones you bought feel different when you wear them?"

Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips and replied with some difficulty: "You little idiot, it must be because you bought it for me that I feel more comfortable wearing it."

"Aunt Xue, I don't really understand. What do you feel?"

"Oh, you scumbag Neptune, you ask even though you already know the answer. You are so bad. I don't need you to buy it for me. Humph... I'm not going to pay attention to you." Zhuang Jingxue hit Lin Lang's shoulder lightly in annoyance.

Lin Lang reflexively grabbed Zhuang Jingxue's soft little hand. The gentle and smooth touch made him inexplicably excited. The moment their eyes met, they seemed to understand each other's eyes.

When they looked at each other for the third second, reason drove Lin Lang to avoid Zhuang Jingxue's gaze. Because of her special status, he did not dare to overstep his boundaries and quickly retracted his hand.

"What's wrong, Alang? Are you shy?" Zhuang Jingxue looked at Lin Lang with increasingly bold eyes.

Lin Lang tactically drank the red wine in the glass, and said with an awkward smile, "No, I... I just... it's nothing."

Lin Lang actually wanted to say that he felt this was inappropriate, but he didn't want to embarrass Zhuang Jingxue, so he swallowed his words back.

Zhuang Jingxue seemed to see Lin Lang's concerns, so she changed the subject and said, "Ah Lang, let's continue playing Truth or Dare."

"rock-paper-scissors……"

Lin Lang, who suddenly became absent-minded, was defeated by Zhuang Jingxue.

"Haha, Alang, you lost. This time, I will punish you by making you dance with me."

As she spoke, Zhuang Jingxue could no longer conceal her excitement and went to the song request booth to play a slow DJ dance song.

As the confirmation button for the song order was pressed, the low bass sound spread across the entire space like a tide, and the drum beats of "boom...boom..." resounded throughout the entire private room, with the sound effects and beats of electronic rhythm, which sounded particularly exciting under the influence of alcohol.

When the prelude of the DJ dance music sounded, Zhuang Jingxue turned around like a ignited flame with shining eyes, and ran back to Lin Lang eagerly, as happy as a child.

Without waiting for Lin Lang to react, Zhuang Jingxue pulled him up from the soft sofa.

"Come and dance with me!" Zhuang Jingxue's laughter mixed in with the gradually increasing music, carrying an irresistible warmth.

The laser lights in the center of the dance floor reflected Zhuang Jingxue's beautiful and moving shadow. Her soft waist swayed gently to the beat of the drums, and the rhythm of her toes tapping the ground was precise and charming.

She pulled Lin Lang's hand into her arms, her delicate body almost pressed against his chest, her hair brushing across his chin, with a sweet scent of perfume.

Lin Lang's hands could feel the warmth of Zhuang Jingxue's waist. Through the thin fabric, the touch made his fingertips curl up suddenly.

Lin Lang's hands, which had nowhere to put, hung at Zhuang Jingxue's sides. Looking up was her slightly open neckline, and looking down was her slender waist. It felt like there was no place to put his hands.

The rhythm of the music became faster and faster, and Zhuang Jingxue's dance steps became bolder and bolder. Her body twisted into a graceful arc, and her face almost touched Lin Lang's neck.

"Alang, don't you know how to dance, or are you too embarrassed to dance with me?" Zhuang Jingxue asked with a mischievous smile.

"Uh... Aunt Xue, I can dance, but I'm a little embarrassed to hug you and dance."

"Silly boy, it's just a dance, what are you afraid of if you put your hand on my waist?" Zhuang Jingxue, under the influence of alcohol, grabbed Lin Lang's wrist and pressed it against her waist.

At that moment, Lin Lang felt as if the skin on the palm of his hand was electrocuted, and the scorching heat rushed along the blood vessels to the top of his head.

He could feel the strength of Zhuang Jingxue's waist and abdomen as she danced. The touch of her soft waist through his palms made Lin Lang so nervous that the hairs on his body stood up.

His heartbeat was even louder than the drumbeats in the speakers, pounding against his chest "boom boom boom", and it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat in the next second.

Lin Lang's arms were stiffly wrapped around Zhuang Jingxue's warm waist. He didn't dare to use force with his fingertips, so he could only rest on it loosely, and even his breathing subconsciously became lighter.

Seeing how nervous Lin Lang was, Zhuang Jingxue put on a charming smirk, raised her arms and put them around Lin Lang's neck, dancing slowly and intimately.

The light and shadow of the dance floor flickered on the two of them. The music was like an ambiguous net, trapping Lin Lang in this small space. He couldn't escape, but... he didn't seem to want to escape either.