Chapter 284: Keywords: Black Silk Stockings, Renting An Apartment, Left Leg
The scene cuts back to the villa that side.
The warm dinner time in the restaurant ends, but a certain amorous atmosphere has not dissipated.
When Lin Xiuyuan stands up to clear the bowls and chopsticks, making several trips to put them in the kitchen that side.
That figure who has been sitting on the chair, that foot wearing black silk stockings quietly probes out restlessly, the soft silk sole brushing against his calf if anything.
Once, twice.
At first Lin Xiuyuan just looks at her helplessly, dodging to go in.
But seeing this, Krystal seems to have found an interesting toy, not only not restraining herself, but intensifying it, her slender ankle moving deftly, toes even lightly hooking through the pants fabric, with blatant teasing intent.
That subtle friction feeling, like a feather tickling the heart, plus Krystal’s usually cool eyes now shimmering with sly and charming water light, corners of her mouth holding a faint smile of triumph, silently challenging a certain someone’s self-control at heart.
Originally this afternoon at another apartment that side, the flame in Lin Xiuyuan’s heart that was deliberately suppressed had not fully extinguished, just drowned by saliva all along.
Until this very moment, finally under Krystal’s teasing, it “whooshes” into a prairie fire.
Thus he suddenly puts down the last two bowls and plates, as they make a crisp clinking sound, his gaze instantly turns dangerous.
“Soo Jung ah~ You’re playing with fire, you know.” That voice carrying a warning, yet full of suppressed desire, slowly rises.
But Krystal is not only unafraid, but raises her chin, gaze provocative.
That mischievous foot even boldly probes upward again, rubbing to a certain someone’s outer thigh, toes slightly curling, feeling the taut muscle lines under the fabric.
“Oh? Is that so, my little man, even if it is, so what?”
Before the words finish, Lin Xiuyuan in front of her has already bent down, scooping her up horizontally from the chair in one go.
Seeing this Krystal lets out a soft cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, but her face blooms with an even brighter smile, carrying a bit of smugness from her plan succeeding.
“Ah, the table isn’t cleared yet~”
“Talk about it later.”
Holding her, Lin Xiuyuan takes a few strides to the spacious living room, and gently tosses the beauty in his arms into the soft sofa.
As she sinks into the sofa, Krystal instinctively bends her long legs wrapped in black silk stockings, forming a seductive arc.
Then propping herself up half on her elbows, her gaze hazy yet hooking, looking at the approaching man, “What are you doing, we just finished eating.”
Lin Xiuyuan kneels one knee on the sofa, leaning down close, finger gently lifting her chin, “You know that too, huh, then what were you just doing, tell me.”
Krystal with her chin lifted stares straight at the handsome face in front of her, smiling as she extends her index finger, using that fingertip to slowly circle on his chest through the clothes fabric, her action full of teasing.
Then breathing like orchid, voice carrying a husky magnetism, “Just now didn’t Xiuyuan dislike my feet as dirty?”
The named Lin Xiuyuan’s gaze darkens, grabbing that mischievous hand, voice low and sinking as he bites out each word, “Just now was just now, now there’s something even dirtier I want to do.”
With that, he suddenly lowers his head to kiss those smiling thin lips, no longer giving Krystal any chance to speak.
At first Krystal responds with laughter, but soon softens in Lin Xiuyuan’s scorching kiss, a pair of fair tender arms starting to wrap around his neck, responding to his proactivity with utmost passion.
The two thus entangle and roll on the large sofa, clothes disheveled.
Rapid panting and suppressed moans interweave.
Black silk long legs sometimes wrapping, sometimes kicking, stockings rubbing against the leather sofa producing subtle sounds, adding to the ambiguity.
In one intense movement, Lin Xiuyuan holds Krystal and flips, trying to take dominance.
But the other party unwilling to show weakness struggles and twists.
As a result both lose balance, accompanied by Krystal’s short sharp cry, they both roll off the sofa, tumbling onto the thick soft carpet.
Fortunately the carpet is thick enough, so nothing hurts.
But lying on the carpet, the two look at each other, seeing each other’s messy hair and clothes, both can’t help laughing lowly.
In the laughter, the earlier intense “battlefire” temporarily ceases, replaced by an intimate warmth and laziness.
A few seconds later, Lin Xiuyuan pulls Krystal into his arms, planting a kiss on her smooth forehead.
Next second, Krystal lifts her head to offer her cherry lips.
Thus the battlefire reignites.
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Meanwhile, Magic City.
Although the performance half a month ago had quite a few twists due to some uncontrollable factors, these two days Jessica’s communication with the cooperating company that side has been fairly smooth.
So the live broadcast plan to probe market reaction has been initially set, preparing to run a few first to see the effect.
And after finishing the main business, Jessica rubs her brow, looks at a familiar local colleague beside her, asking a question in her unique slightly sticky tone.
“Right, if I want to long-term rent an apartment in Magic City, Ava do you have any recommended places? If nothing unexpected, I estimate my work focus for the next two years will be here, it’s too inconvenient staying in hotels every time I come.”
The colleague asked, that is Ava, also thinks Jessica’s idea is pretty good, so enthusiastically asks back.
“Then Jessica what specific requirements do you have? Like budget, area, or preference for which district and such?”
Jessica thinks, giving a concise answer, “View and location these two take priority, for example best to see Oriental Pearl Tower, and not too far from core areas.”
“The Bund?”
“Any is fine.”
Ava nods understandingly, then introduces to her like listing treasures.
“If so it’s simple, now the top choices are definitely Platinum Bay Mansion, Baolijia Apartment, and Huaxiaocheng Suhe Bay Bulgari Apartment these places.”
These three.
One has Magic City’s top most shocking ‘Lujiazui four pieces’ view, absolute luxury house benchmark.
The other two have global top luxury serviced apartment brands, quality and landscape combined very well, hotel-style management is worry-free, location is unmatched.
After introducing these three, Ava thinks, adding another option, “Or Wealth Sea View Garden is also good, similarly top residential circle, location top-notch, though overall feel might be slightly inferior to the first three, but also a very good choice.”
“Rent?” Jessica cares more about this practical issue.
Ava hearing this directly takes out her mobile phone, opens a real estate APP, fingers quickly inputting keywords.
In a few seconds, a series of property info and rent chains pop up.
“Monthly rent, basic units around 50k to 80k. Large flats or better view units, generally 100k to 150k range. As for those top, scarce properties…”
Fingers sliding the screen, “Then no upper limit, 200-300k or even higher possible.”
Staring at the unit diagrams on the phone screen, listening to the string of numbers reported beside her ear, Jessica can’t help slightly furrowing her brows.
Not that she can’t afford it.
With her current income, annual rent of hundreds of thousands or even millions poses no pressure, just take a few more announcements, run a few more activities.
What makes Jessica frown is just the figure of Lin Xiuyuan subconsciously emerging in her mind.
Thinking of the situation when exchanging with him last time, instinctively wanting to hear his opinion, have him help decide.
Thus after getting some key property info from Ava, Jessica says goodbye and leaves.
Preparing to go back to the hotel that side, study carefully…
Perhaps later send a message to ask that guy far away in Seoul.
But she doesn’t know that the guy she’s thinking of right now is holding her sister.
Yeah, real sister.
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Seoul, Gangnam District villa inside.
The warmth and merriment on the carpet gradually subside, the intense “war” finally ceases.
Rapid breathing, and the lazy quiet aura after desire permeating the air, form a clear contrast.
Lin Xiuyuan and Krystal lie side by side on the soft carpet, gazing at the lantern on the ceiling emitting soft glow.
In the background flows soothing jazz music, filling the gaps in the quiet air.
“Right, Xiuyuan~” Krystal turns sideways, propping her head on her elbow, looking at Lin Xiuyuan, “How’s Jung Soo Jung that side lately? My schedule’s too full, haven’t paid much attention.”
Lin Xiuyuan pillows his hands behind his head, gaze still on the ceiling, tone light as he speaks of the situation.
“Her, huge progress. Since watching the original material here, her grasp and understanding of her role directly leveled up a notch. Now not just passing, expressiveness enough for excellent score. Sulli says, previously occasionally called out by director for lines, now many shots one-take.”
Hearing this, Krystal’s face blooms with relieved and a bit proud smile, “Not bad for me, so in the end still need to come for 25-year ‘training’, just like Yoona older sister back then.”
On the contrary Lin Xiuyuan chuckles, objectively adding, “If you say so it’s not wrong, this is one way. But the boost is only part, if attributing all their progress to imitation, that somewhat erases their own efforts.”
“Yo yo yo~” Krystal immediately like grabbing a handle, teasingly poking his arm with her fingertip, “Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, you just rolled carpet with me, turn around singing counter to me for other women? Protecting them so much? What, all eaten clean?”
The teased Lin Xiuyuan amusedly glances at her, then sits up flipping, walks to the built-in wine cabinet beside the kitchen.
Takes out a opened bottle of red wine and two tall glasses, pouring some in each.
Then carrying the wine bottle back to the carpet, hands one glass to Krystal, sips his own alcoholic beverages, then explains.
“Talking nonsense, I just mean they’re not pure copy-paste. Even imitation involves sincerely understanding, digesting, turning into their own, that itself takes effort.”
“Got it, just teasing you, why so serious.” Krystal pinches the slender glass stem, sips and laughs.
Then the two with the wine buzz, start aimless chat, topic gradually turning to the “followers” under this pope Lin Xiuyuan.
Like playing a game, counting these followers one by one, recalling their interesting or life-changing stories before and after meeting Lin Xiuyuan.
On the carpet, wine glasses lightly clink, laughter low, night gentle.
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In a blink, next day early morning.
Sunlight through thin curtain, awakens Sweet Eun-jung in the apartment bedroom.
Or rather the urgency from her bladder wakes her from sleep, then habitually wanting to get up to go to the restroom.
Like the past two days, Sweet Eun-jung first moves her right leg, then the left leg troubled by old injury.
However this time somewhat different.
The instant her left sole touches the cold floor, she freezes entirely.
Something wrong.
Very wrong!
By past experience, at this time this action, her left knee and ligament joint would inevitably transmit a clear sharp stabbing pain.
Directly making her grimace instantly, movements forced to become sluggish and stiff.
But today… that tearing pain sensation actually lightens by a large half.
Really a large half.
Sweet Eun-jung incredulously freezes in place, almost thinking it’s an illusion.
So after hesitating a few seconds, she takes a deep breath, trying to slowly shift more weight to the left leg.
“Hiss—”
Still hurts, still painful.
But that pain level, from the unbearable sharp pain these two days, downgrades to tolerable, deeper dull pain and soreness.
This subtle yet crucial change makes Sweet Eun-jung’s heart race out of control, thumping against her chest.
Starts supporting the bed edge to stand straight, walking.
One step, another step.
In this bedroom’s small space, Sweet Eun-jung carefully paces back and forth twice.
Movements stiff from caution, posture still showing some unnatural limp.
But a fact Sweet Eun-jung almost dares not believe is right there, that she can actually start walking slowly.
No longer one step heart-piercing, must rely on hopping or support embarrassing state.
Yesterday this degree of movement still needed her gritting teeth, each move with clear pain, even only hopping.
And now with pain greatly reduced, autonomous walking ability is bit by bit returning to her body.
Soon, at the bathroom doorway Sweet Eun-jung turns back to look at the big bed in the bedroom, then lowers head to look at this “renewed” left leg, eyes full of shock, bewilderment.
And a trace of indescribable, miracle-like ecstasy.
Though far from able to run or jump, but this degree of improvement is simply a divine miracle.
What’s going on exactly?
Could it be, really just because yesterday afternoon that… exhilarating “exercise”?
Sweet Eun-jung leans on the doorframe, thoughts in chaos, but the tangible improved feeling from the left leg is incomparably real.
Godfathers, ten thousand daily again, wait for me to recover two days continue for everyone.
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