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Chapter 79: Together with Jiang Zimei! (8000 words, please subscribe)
Jiang Zimei was moved, she was really moved!
"Don't do it."

Lu Mingze lowered his head to look at her chest, his eyelids twitching slightly. How could it be so deep?
"Oh? Really not? Then how can I impress you?"

"It's really not okay to fight like this now."

It's not that he's being pretentious.

Because of Jiang Qian, Lu Mingze was actually a little reluctant to start an intimate relationship with such a beautiful girl.

Besides, Jiang Zimei doesn't owe him anything, so Lu Mingze will have more concerns. He can't just do what his ex-wife and the other two do whenever he wants without any psychological burden, right?
What's more, Lu Mingze also called her Zimei mother!
"Well, let's go eat."

Jiang Zimei silently withdrew her hand, then fastened her seat belt again without saying a word.

The lights in the underground garage were dim. She didn't move for a long time, then tilted her head and asked quietly:
"Why? Am I not sexy enough? Or do you think Meng Qingning is better than me? Can't you forget her?"

"It's not because of her, it's because of her aunt."

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Lu Mingze sighed and smiled bitterly, "I admit that I certainly have feelings for you. Thinking back to the past, our memories were very simple, but now they are very complicated. I don't even know what feelings are. Zimei, I don't want to hurt you."

"Shh—" Jiang Zimei suddenly pressed her fingers with burgundy nail polish against his lips, a soft look appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"Then you don't need to know. You have feelings for my sister, so none of that matters."

She opened her collar to reveal the cinnabar mole below her collarbone. "I'm not complicated, but now I remember that you thought I liked roses and said you wanted to tattoo a rose on me so that this part of my body would be yours..."

Bang bang, that's two hits.

Lu Mingze's Adam's apple moved.

Jiang Zimei's fingertips still carried the scent of roses as they gently brushed across the lines on Lu Mingze's palm. Her smooth fingers made him feel soft and tender. "Sister is waiting for you to take her to get a tattoo. Then, she will be yours."

The air in the car suddenly became stagnant, and the seat belt made her chest rise and fall slightly, like a tuberose bent by dew.

"Well, now that you've said that, I can reminisce with you."

"Well, it doesn't matter how you recall it."

Lu Mingze suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Do you remember when I had a high fever and you wrapped me in a blanket and fed me medicine?"

Jiang Zimei was stunned for a moment, her collarbone gleaming pearly white in the moonlight, then she grinned, "You mean, the time you grabbed the button of my skirt and refused to let go, wanting to drink my milk."

“Yes, actually at that time I thought

He rubbed his thumb over the beating pulse in her wrist, "Sister, you smell like mom."

For a moment, Jiang Zimei's body trembled, then relaxed, and her delicate lips opened and closed.

"Sister can't bear this kind of memory."

Hot air came out of Jiang Zimei's rosy lips.

The dome light flickered out, and the rustling of fabric could be heard in the darkness.

Jiang Zimei suddenly leaned over, her long hair brushing against his Adam's apple. "What about now?" The subtle fragrance of roses and cedar wafted over him. "What do you smell now, sister?"

with full force.

Lu Mingze didn't know what he was smelling, his neck resting against the leather seat, his sight focused on the third button she had unbuttoned.

The moonlight slanted in through the car window, illuminating the trembling shadow.

"Are you peeking at your sister's breasts?"

Jiang Zimei lowered her head and glanced at her chest. "Forget it, no need to smell it, you can touch it."

Lu Mingze's Adam's apple rolled, his palm pressed against the curve of her lower back, and his fingers were actively guided into the cashmere cardigan!
"Can you smell the softness of my sister now?"

"."

Lu Mingze suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you say that about yourself?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll be a burden."

Jiang Zimei suddenly bit his earlobe, rubbing it gently with her canine teeth: "When you are with your sister, you don't have to worry so much. If it were you, it would be okay not to be responsible for your sister."

Lu Mingze groaned and his knee hit the storage box.

The chewing gum was scattered all over the floor.

"Meng Qingning doesn't care."

She suddenly changed the subject, her fingertips circling the buttons of the young man's shirt, "Meng Qingning's aunt doesn't matter." Her red lips were close to his flaring nose, "Sister knows what boys your age like..."

The crisp sound of the seat belt popping open startled the night birds.

"So there are twelve different colored garters hidden under the pillow."

She sat astride his lap, her silk skirt piled up at her waist like melted dark chocolate. "Guess which one I'm wearing today?"

Lu Mingze's hand froze in mid-air.

The blue light from the dashboard reflected the red mole under her collarbone, flickering like a dying cigarette.

She really won't stop until she hooks up with the dead!

"If you're like this, I won't consider responsibility, I'll just think about having fun."

Lu Mingze's eyelids twitched.

"Well, I'm old enough now. I've been thinking about you for a long time. I often dream about you at night."

She grabbed his left hand, shifted its position, and pressed it against his chest. "Feel it out, is my heart beating fast?" She then probed down. "I was in so much pain in my dream."

That’s all.

Lu Mingze didn't hesitate.

After a while, Jiang Zimei screamed and her back hit the steering wheel. The short shriek of the horn cut through the night!

"Hiss, tap lightly."

"Hey, wait for me to rest for a while."

"Can I have a drink of water, please? Don't..."

"Little bastard, I'm really sorry to meet you."

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After a while, Jiang Zimei's thigh trembled and she stopped talking and just gasped for breath.

"You little heartless guy." She suddenly bit his shoulder, the smell of blood spreading between her teeth. "If I had known it would be so good, I should have..."

Lu Mingze licked his wound and smiled, "It's not too late now." He wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with his thumb, "After all," he suddenly lowered his voice, "Your waist is more fragile than Meng Qingning and Jiang Qian's combined."

"Still talking nonsense, my sister is about to fall apart."

Jiang Zimei propped herself up and gave him a cold look.

Lu Mingze suddenly pinched her waist and said, "When you taught me calligraphy, you said I should leave about three-tenths of space before closing the brush."

His palms slid up his spine. "If I surrender so easily now," he said, hooking his fingertips around the edge of the suspenders, "wouldn't that be a betrayal of your teachings?"

Jiang Zimei suddenly laughed, and her laughter was sticky like a broken honey jar. Her fingers circled around Lu Mingze's chest again and again, "So, are you impressed by Zimei's mother now?" The driver's seat was almost flat.

Lu Mingze lay down and touched her hair, "Well, Zimei, let's try it."

Jiang Zimei paused her hands circling Lu Mingze's chest, tilted her head back, and slightly lifted her body from where she lay on him. She blinked at Lu Mingze's eyes and smiled gently, "Really? Don't you want to test me anymore?"

Lu Mingze took a breath, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Why should I investigate? I'm investigating. You're actually so good, and you play it straight. You let me do everything. You can't find a woman like you even with a lantern."

Lu Mingze gritted his teeth and said, "Although I sometimes think beautiful women are not good things, but if it's you, I won't be fooled again. After all, we knew each other so early, it's fate."

Jiang Zimei roughly guessed something and felt a little distressed. She kissed Lu Mingze's face several times with her rosy and plump lips, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"That's enough for me, sister!"

Jiang Zimei took Lu Mingze's hand, gently pinched his fingers, and said with a smile,

"I'm so afraid of losing you, but actually, as long as you tell me everything and don't hide anything from me, I can think clearly. Compared to losing you, all other options seem insignificant. There's nothing I can't accept. Well, whether you're with Meng Qingning or Meng Qingning's aunt, it doesn't matter to me if you like her. Just leave some space for me."

Lu Mingze grabbed her with his backhand, "Hey, we just started dating, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Zimei smiled, "It's because we're in love that sometimes things should be made clear. I've decided that you're my lifelong love, so why would I hide anything from you? For example, just now I liked you spanking me while calling me mom. Oh, look, I'm getting a little embarrassed even as I'm talking about this, but I still have to tell you."

Jiang Zimei is as mature and intellectual as his ex-wife, but her personality is very different. She covered her face and told Lu Mingze all this.

Let him push harder next time.

Her little hands were still cupping Lu Mingze's face, her eyes now filled with pure tenderness. "You, I wonder how happy your mother Zimei is right now? Well, now that I think about it, when I was little, I didn't have any motherly or fatherly love. You were my only hope. You probably don't even know how much I can't live without you."

She talks a lot now.

Lu Mingze's heart trembled when he heard this, "Zi Mei, you are too..."

Jiang Zimei stretched out her little hand to block his mouth again, "Don't worry about it, you have to know that mother's love is sharing."

Lu Mingze pursed his lips into a slit and then swallowed hard.

Jiang Zimei tidied herself up a bit and wiped her chest. "I'm all greasy. Let's go. It's time to eat. I'm starving."

Lu Mingze fastened his seat belt again.

"By the way, do you think I should send a red envelope in the class group?"

Jiang Zimei threw her dirty stockings behind the seat!

Lu Mingze turned his head away, not understanding, "Why are you sending out red envelopes?"

Snapped!
Jiang Zimei put on some lipstick, pulled up the light shield, and smiled, "As for me, now that I think about you agreeing to me, I can't wait to tell everyone that you are my man."

Lu Mingze drove, touched the gear shift, and smiled, "No, your emotional value is full, right?"

"is it?"

Her thighs were white. When Lu Mingze stretched out his hand, she consciously leaned slightly towards the gear shift, "Husband~"

Even with a little bit of flesh, bare legs still have their own charm.

Lu Mingze shuddered and said without looking at it, "I'm driving."

Jiang Zimei smiled and said, "Okay, husband."

She pouts her delicate and translucent lips and shouts so naturally!

Lu Mingze felt that this was not his first love, so why did he suddenly feel so itchy in his heart?

I'm not in love, am I?

How come it's so easy?
After Lu Mingze finished his meal, he sent her home. She couldn't walk properly so of course she didn't want to go back to the dormitory.

Lu Mingze drove away without washing the car. There were ripples when you smelled it. He stopped at the bottom of the men's dormitory and went upstairs with a cough.

Under the warm yellow desk lamp in the dormitory, Lu Mingze had just finished a cold shower, with water still dripping from the ends of his hair.

The cell phone kept vibrating on the desk, and the WeChat notification sounded like a string of silver bells.

Jiang Zimei: "Honey, are we in the bedroom yet? (Kitten peeking out emoji)"

She no longer acts as a mother, and seems to particularly like calling Lu Mingze "husband".

Jiang Zimei: "Your wife's legs are still weak, but the little bastard ran fast (kitchen knife) (kitchen knife)"

Lu Mingze paused while wiping his hair, and his Adam's apple moved.

A photo suddenly popped up above the dialog box - Jiang Zimei was leaning against the bay window, her burgundy silk nightgown barely covering her thighs, and the dark green edges of her lace suspenders were faintly visible in the moonlight.

Lu Mingze was shocked: "!! These are the twelve colors under your pillow? And there's a dark green one?"

Jiang Zimei: "Hmm~ Does it look good?"

Lu Mingze: "With beautiful legs, everything looks good on you."

Jiang Zimei: "Yeah, when I was teaching you to recognize pictures, you saw jadeite, and that little crybaby rubbed his nose against my collarbone and said that the mole on my collarbone was more precious than imperial jade."

The memory suddenly came alive.

It’s true. When Lu Mingze was a child, he often touched her mole, mainly because he looked particularly attractive.

Lu Mingze: "Hehe, now I want to do something even more extreme."

As soon as the message was sent, a video invitation suddenly popped up.

Jiang Zimei nestled in the cloud-like lazy sofa, her fingertips twirling around the ends of her hair: "Have you learned bad habits now?"

She suddenly moved the camera downwards, revealing her feet on the wool blanket. "I just finished soaking my feet, and my ankles are still a little red. Here, let me rub them for you."

Lu Mingze looked at the swaying white toes on the screen, and suddenly remembered the strength of her high heels hooking around his waist in the garage.

Just as he was about to speak, a "click" sound came from the other side.

Jiang Zimei bit the rubber band to tie her hair, the pale blue veins on the back of her neck rose and fell with her movements, and the red mole under her collarbone was faintly visible at the collar of her pajamas.

“Come with me to the tattoo parlor tomorrow.”

She suddenly leaned in close to the camera, her eyelashes almost piercing the screen. "Where's the rose you promised me?" She gestured with her fingertips on her chest. "How about a tattoo here?"

Lu Mingze almost knocked over his water cup: "Real tattoo?"

"If you don't get a tattoo, how will others know that my sister is yours?" Jiang Zimei smiled brightly and suddenly took out a velvet box from the side. "Look, I even bought the repair cream for tattoo maintenance."

Lu Mingze's eyes felt a little hot and his mouth was a little dry. What about the repair cream?
I'd never heard of it before, so I thought it was something.
When she opened it, it turned out to be a lipstick. "But if it hurts," she twisted out the lipstick and smeared it on her lips, "you might need a kiss to make it better."

Suddenly a video call came in.

Jiang Zimei was already smiling and waving her hands generously: "Okay, okay, go pick it up quickly, I need to go put on a facial mask."

Before hanging up, she suddenly bit her lower lip and said, "Good night, husband."

The moment the phone went dark, Lu Mingze noticed a three-second voice message on the chat interface.

When I clicked on it, I heard a whisper: "Actually, my sister bought the thirteenth pair of black stockings with suspenders that sheer flesh is only for my husband to see."

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