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Lin Junyi only took one look and was immediately attracted by the beauty in front of him. He felt his heart pounding and his body burning with desire!
At this time, Lin Wanqing was wearing a black silk pajamas, lying lazily on the white sheets, with her long, silky hair pressed under her body.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands of black hair clinging to her delicate face. Her face was slightly flushed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy and sleepy, her expression lazy and charming, her face green with shyness, more delicate than a flower. Her delicate, cherry-pink mouth was slightly open, her breath like orchid, and occasionally she would extend her lovely, bright red three-inch clove to gently brush against her moist, rose-petal-like lips!
Almost every posture, every look, every movement of hers is breathtakingly beautiful and captivating. Every gesture and movement of hers inadvertently reveals infinite charm and...
This situation is exactly what Wen Tingyun's poem "Bodhisattva Man" said:
"The hills overlap, the golden light flickers, the clouds in my hair seem to cover my cheeks, the snow in my hair. I am too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and I am late in putting on my make-up and dressing. I look at the flowers in the mirror, but they are not reflected. My newly embroidered silk blouse is covered with two golden partridges."
Lin Wanqing's upper body was wrinkled, revealing her large breasts and delicate collarbone from her pajamas, directly exposed to the air! Her breasts were full and straight, white as jade, and as smooth and soft as satin. The pink jade bead was like a red rose petal embedded in it, delicate and charming, with a smoky look and a seductive demeanor that was breathtaking!
The skin was white and delicate, crystal clear and smooth, with a soft glow. Under this sharp contrast of black and white, a breathtaking beauty was revealed!
"Rouge and powder are not deep and even, and the flowers have a faint fragrance. Looking closely, everything is beautiful, and everyone says that she has a willow waist."
A wrinkled pajamas, hanging loosely on the body, does not provide any concealment at all. On the contrary, because of the little concealment, it exudes a different kind of enchanting charm!
Lin Junyi stood blankly at the door, his lustful eyes staring at this vast spring area unscrupulously, wandering around, as if his physical gaze was exploring and searching at the slit of Lin Wanqing's clothes, as if he wanted to lift up the eye-catching white bra and go directly in to find out what was inside.
Below Lin Wanqing's slender waist, which was too thin to be grasped with one hand, was a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in the hem of her black pajamas. Because of the hem of the skirt, Lin Junyi could only see the part below the knees.
Lin Wanqing's calves were graceful and full, white as jade, fragrant and smooth. But what moved Lin Junyi most were her beautiful, snow-white feet. Her ankles were white, slender and delicate, like a piece of fine jade, emitting a warm and gentle sheen. Five slender toes were neatly arranged on the top of her feet, as white as snow, rosy and translucent, and slightly curled downward, like five pale pink petals. . . .
Lin Junyi's mouth almost watered as he watched. His heart felt as if it was on fire, his blood boiling, and he even had a crazy urge to rush over, pick up those snow-white feet, hold them in his arms, caress them tenderly, and play with them carefully...
At this moment, Lin Junyi was almost completely overwhelmed by the beauty before him, and he had lost himself. He felt a monster from deep within his heart, as if wanting to break free. This frantic restlessness made him feel deeply terrified, but it was also vaguely mixed with a hint of excitement and desire!
Lin Junyi had never imagined that the always holy and elegant Lin Wanqing actually had such a charming and seductive side. Although this was not something she deliberately showed!
I used to hear people say that women are most beautiful when they are bleary-eyed in the morning, and now I have finally witnessed it for myself! There is a line in The Romance of the Western Chamber: "She wears a jade hairpin tilted across her head, and her hair is tied up in a messy bun. Even when the sun is high, her eyes are still dark. She is so lazy, so lazy." Lazy? How can one word "lazy" describe it? The ancients were right! . . . . . . . .