How did I become a god

Chapter 1693 Dance
Feng Xuehua prepared red wine, spices, and music in her luxurious bedroom.

Standing at 1.71 meters tall, the voluptuous and gentle Snow Goddess Liu Ruyan, dressed in a white sheer camisole nightgown, leaned against a soft chair in front of a table, her breasts partially hidden, her full and majestic peaks appearing and disappearing, beautiful and captivating.

With a smile in her beautiful eyes, she watched as the elegant and graceful Jiangnan beauty Su Wanqing and the tall and glamorous Lin Yazhi competed for favor in Jing Gao's arms.

Such a glamorous contest was not something she, with her gentle nature, wanted to get involved in, so she poured four glasses of red wine and turned on some music.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-quality red wine and the subtle, soothing, and pleasant melodies of classical instrumental music.

She sipped her red wine, her pair of fair and plump legs crossed, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. After all, she had been lonely for many years, and seeing such a wonderful scene with Jing Gao, Lin Yazhi, and Su Wanqing stirred up a lot of emotions in her heart.

However, she wasn't in a hurry, waiting patiently and gently. She knew her own charm; the kind young man before her wouldn't let her go.

Liu Ruyan glanced at the beautiful Hu woman who had collapsed onto the carpet, seemingly stunned and bewildered.

Liu Ruyan took a sip of wine. She was thirty-six years old and had been divorced for six years. She often watched romantic movies, so she wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she thought he was amazing.

This stunningly beautiful orchid woman seems rather naive!
The four of them had only met yesterday, and the Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei families only gave them one day to get to know each other and get along.

At this moment, Lin Yazhi, this radiant and mature woman, had one of her well-proportioned, snow-white legs wrapped around Jing Gao's waist, while the delicate and graceful Jiangnan beauty, Su Wanqing, had her round, snow-white peach-shaped buttocks raised...

It seems to have greatly impressed the Western Region women.

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The wind is calm and the clouds are still.

Jing Gao broke out in a light sweat. With a burst of strength, he lifted the long-legged, mature woman, Lin Yazhi, onto the bed.

At this moment, she was no longer the unruly and aloof woman she had been moments before. As if all her strength had been drained, she lay languidly and weakly in his arms, with only her long, fair neck still unconsciously tilted up slightly, like a dying swan, revealing a fragile beauty after being conquered.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her thick eyelashes were wet and stuck to her eyelids, her cheeks were still flushed, her red lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly.

Then, Jing Gao carried the exquisite and graceful Jiangnan beauty, Su Wanqing, to the bed. This charming beauty was even more limp, lying softly in his arms like a noodle.

Her whole body was still trembling slightly, her fair and delicate face flushed with a captivating blush, and her slender waist was still swaying gently unconsciously, as if she was still immersed in the afterglow of what had just happened.

Jing Gao chuckled and gently caressed the two beautiful women, who had very different styles but were both from junior high school. He felt the delicate, satin-like touch and admired their beauty. This pleasant feeling was like drinking the finest wine.

"Zhizhi, how are you feeling?" Jing Gao gently kissed the long-legged mature woman, his gaze lingering on their two charming and beautiful faces.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yazhi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she whispered in Jing Gao's arms, "Brother, it's wonderful..." Her long, straight legs, which had been the envy of countless people, were now limply crossed and trembling slightly.

Su Wanqing, catching her breath, chuckled softly. She turned to the side, drawing circles on his chest, her eyes sparkling with allure, her voice sweet and soft, "Brother~ you were so fierce just now..."

She remembered clearly his praise—saying her skin was as smooth as the finest silk and that she sang beautifully; such sweet words made her heart flutter.

"Hey!" Jing Gao smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed Lin Yazhi's still burning cheek, then squeezed Su Wanqing's firm buttocks hard, causing the two of them to let out a soft cry at the same time.

The two stunningly beautiful women pressed their perfect bodies closer to him simultaneously, silently declaring their submission and belonging.

"Zhizhi, Wanqing, you two lie down and rest for a while. I'm going to experience some different styles."

Jing Gao walked to the small table, pulled Liu Ruyan's plump and soft body into his arms, and lowered his head to seal her red lips with his. As he kissed Liu Ruyan until she was panting and weak all over, Jing Gao turned his head slightly and his gaze fell on the Western Region beauty who had fallen onto the wool carpet, unable to control herself.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features deep and exquisite, exuding a unique exotic charm, yet at this moment she was as shy as a fawn.

Jing Gao beckoned her over and gently stroked her smooth cheek: "Beautiful Hu woman, what's your name?"

“My name is Aygul-Rena. I am thirty-five years old.” Her voice, like the unique rhythm of camel bells from the Western Regions, was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. “I used to be a dancer in the Western Regions Song and Dance Troupe…” A heavy shyness almost overwhelmed her.

He held her shapely, delicate breasts in his grasp.

Aygul, this exotic beauty, was as shy as fragile glass, making Jing Gao unable to resist kissing her snow-white skin. "Aygul, where is your husband?"

Aygul tilted her head back and nestled in Jing Gao's arms, her voice filled with frustration: "He was a professor at the university. He looked down on me because I could only dance, didn't understand daily affairs, and had no substance. He divorced me three years ago and married a beautiful female college student."

Jing Gao was taken aback, realizing the extraordinary detachment of someone who was a super-rich man. For ordinary men in their thirties, the most common behavior is like that of Ayiguli's husband.

He could support all his female companions and provide them with a life as luxurious as a princess.

Jing Gao gently stroked her soft hair and chuckled, "Ayiguli, there is no such thing as an eternal eighteen-year-old in this world, but there will always be eighteen-year-old girls."

The most beautiful and attractive thing about a woman is not her appearance or her knowledge, but her character.

Your ability to perfect dance speaks volumes about your quality. It's not your fault that he failed to recognize your talent!

“Brother…” Ayiguli’s eyes immediately welled up with tears. When her deep, lake-like eyes looked at Jing Gao, her gaze was misty and dreamy, clearly showing that she had fallen in love.

Looking at that exquisite face, as fragile as broken glass, Jing Gao understood immediately.

It turns out that this stunningly beautiful Hu woman harbored such a deep-seated insecurity. Her 1.62-meter figure was slender and well-proportioned due to her dance, and although not exaggeratedly curvy, she possessed a light and graceful charm.

She was the youngest of the four stunningly beautiful women; no wonder her appearance was still so outstanding—she was still in her prime. And she was gentle at heart.

With gentle movements, she opened her shapely, straight, fair legs...

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Feng Xuehua came out of her room deep inside the second floor, called Wen Xiaoli, and they met outside the minibus parked in the courtyard of the garden villa.

At this moment, the afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the plane tree leaves, illuminating the quiet garden villas on Hengshan Road.

Feng Xuehua wore a light blue silk blouse paired with pure white high-waisted wide-leg trousers. The perfectly tailored design made her waist appear incredibly slender. She was indeed a beautiful 32-year-old woman.

Wen Xiaoli will be here shortly.

Feng Xuehua smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, "Assistant Wen, Brother Jing instructed that we need that pink box on the minibus."

Wen Xiaoli's eyes flickered slightly, and she roughly understood what was going on, but she did not take Feng Xuehua onto the minibus. She calmly replied, "I will take her there myself. Miss Feng, please lead the way."

Feng Xuehua gave the quiet and pretty female assistant a deep look. She was very loyal. A hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes. After the assistant took the suitcase, she still led the people deeper into the second floor.

(End of this chapter)