Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Mu Jinghuan is a bit obsessed with looks.

Or, to put it more directly, she likes (loves) male homosexuality.

Men of different styles have different tastes, just like dishes of different flavors, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, with unique flavors.

Mu Jinghuan has been in so many relationships that she has a deep understanding of this.

As for Xu Yiyuan, he has always had a lot of assets in terms of appearance.

When he was in college, he was a little green and shy, like a sweet, sour and astringent fruit.

Now that I have graduated, I am a few years older and have more experience in the business world. I have a more mature and stable temperament, and I have a little more flavor.

He probably knew it himself, which is why he used the beauty trap here.

Mu Jinghuan looked at Xu Yi's upper body which was almost completely wet, and felt that her already unclear mind became even more dizzy.

"Your clothes don't seem to be of very good quality?"

She stared blankly at the black shirt that stuck to his body, not knowing what she said.

Xu Yiyuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips and echoed:

"Yes. I really like this brand of shirts. I have a white one and a red one at home."

"What should I do now? I can't wear it out."

He seemed distressed, holding Mu Jinghuan's hand and pressing it against his body, and said seriously:

"Feel it, this material is not something you can wear outside, right?"

The shirt was thin to begin with, and became almost weightless when wet.

It's just stuck like this, it hardly provides any cover, but it does add a sense of mystery compared to directly sticking flesh to flesh.

Mu Jinghuan felt the body temperature of her hands and couldn't help but think along with his words:

"Yes, clothes like this cannot be worn outside. What about the other two? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

and many more……

Mu Jinghuan suddenly regained some consciousness and shook her head left and right.

What does it have to do with me whether he can wear his clothes out?

Besides, Xu Yiyuan is the president of a company after all. How could he be troubled by a few pieces of unwearable clothes?

At worst, they can be put aside. For Mr. Xu, who owns such a large business, it won't be a waste of money.

Although, she was very curious about what the red and white shirt would look like when it got wet.

Go, go, don’t let your imagination run wild.

Mu Jinghuan spit on herself again, her cheeks already reddened by the images that appeared in her mind.

But, probably because I was always shaking my head to stay awake, my body would sway slightly as well.

Slowly, the wine poured into her stomach was shaken evenly, the alcohol rose up, and her reaction became slow.

He didn't even notice when Xu Yiyuan unbuckled his seat belt and came close to him.

"what are you doing?"

Mu Jinghuan now only has some instinctive reactions, and many of her actions are done without thinking.

Seeing the man almost sticking to her, she was not happy about the light being blocked and pushed him away with force.

Xu Yiyuan retreated following her force, but seemed to have used too much force and hit the hard car, causing him to cry out in pain.

Mu Jinghuan took the initiative to move over to check the situation, half of her body was thrown into his arms, and her ear was pressed against his lips without her knowing.

Xu Yiyuan took her arm around her waist and whispered softly in her ear:

"Manman, my clothes are dirty. I need to go back and wash and change."

She knew it, so why did she repeat it again?

Mu Jinghuan placed her hand on his chest and put some distance between them.

"So, I have a huge bathtub at home, it's one of a kind, do you want to take a look?"

The context didn't seem to fit, but Mu Jinghuan was no longer able to think about the problem.

They were so close that things that they could see before were now seen more clearly.

Mu Jinghuan's eyes were glued to his wet skin, and her throat suddenly felt dry for some reason.

How big is the bathtub? It should be big enough to hold a lot of water and one or two people.

Mu Jinghuan felt the warm body temperature and the constant heartbeat in her palms, and her curiosity reached an unprecedented level.

What kind of unique bathtub is that? She had to go and "take a look" just to confirm whether he was lying.

Mu Jinghuan sat back in her seat, closed her eyes and did not answer his question.

At this moment, not speaking means consent.

Xu Yiyuan understood what she meant, fastened his seat belt again and started the car.

In less than half an hour, Mu Jinghuan saw the unique bathtub.

In an independently designed bathroom, the bathtub occupies nearly one-third of the space.

The lights were exceptionally bright, and there was a large mirror, but for some reason there was also a soft-looking carpet on the floor.

The unique design is truly one-of-a-kind.

“Is the bathtub nice?”

Xu Yiyuan pinched her waist and pressed it against the smooth wall of the bathtub, sometimes lightly and sometimes hard, causing ripples on the water surface.

It looks really good.

The bathtub looks good, and the person in the bright red shirt wet by the water in the bathtub looks good too.

The skin that was turned pink by the warm water mist also had an indescribable smell.

Xu Yiyuan changed his clothes several times, and each piece of clothes showed a different style after being soaked in water.

The black shirt is mysterious, the red shirt is seductive, and she herself has also experienced the feeling of a shirt made of poor material being soaked by water.

The material of the shirt is extremely poor. Not only does it become transparent once it gets wet, it is also very easy to tear.

Obviously, when I first entered the bathtub, my foot slipped and I was holding on to my shirt to keep my balance without exerting much effort, but it made a "ripping" sound and it came loosely hanging on my body.

This shirt cannot be worn outside.

Mu Jinghuan wrapped her legs tightly around Xu Yiyuan's waist, thinking with dazed eyes.

"Crash."

Xu Yiyuan suddenly stopped and stood up from the bathtub, making a sound of water.

Mu Jinghuan wasn't paying attention and almost fell backwards into the water.

Even though he reached out and pulled her up in time, she was still somewhat dissatisfied. She half-opened her eyelashes that were covered with dew and asked angrily.

"Xu Yiyuan, what are you doing?"

"Manman, besides the beautiful bathtub, the entire bathroom here is specially designed. Can I take you around?"

Without waiting for Mu Jinghuan to reply, Xu Yiyuan directly carried her out of the bathtub, and "explained" the unique design in this affectionate posture.

He took Mu Jinghuan to experience the washbasin at the right height, the mirror that would not be misted by water vapor, and the lighting with adjustable color.

During the whole process, Mu Jinghuan held his hair with one hand and hugged his neck with the other, for fear that she would fall.

Because of the tension and excitement, the feelings brought about by every action made by Xu Yiyuan were deliberately magnified.

Mu Jinghuan felt like she was living in dire straits.

At one moment he was "burned" by the gradually rising temperature of Xu Yiyu's body, and at another moment he was gently "drowned" by the water that invisibly wrapped his whole body.

Overstimulation, too much pleasure.

She was a little confused and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.