Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang massaged Zhuang Jingxue's fair and soft thighs and replied sweetly: "Of course your legs are whiter, tenderer and smoother. How can a vulgar woman like Liu Rusi compare with you!"

This damn desire to win.

Hearing Lin Lang praising her legs for being whiter, tenderer and smoother, Zhuang Jingxue smiled again. She laughed drunkenly and said, "Are my legs better, or are Liu Rusi's legs better?"

"Auntie Xue, do you even need to ask? I'm just massaging your legs. My palms are sweating from nervousness. Of course your legs feel better."

"You are a good talker, am I prettier, or is Liu Rusi prettier?"

Lin Lang replied without hesitation: "That must be because you are good-looking, especially the charming red dress you wore tonight, it's really stunning!"

Zhuang Jingxue was very happy after hearing this, but she said coquettishly, "Really? You are not lying to me to make me happy, are you?"

Lin Lang praised truthfully: "Aunt Xue, you have an elegant and generous temperament. Time seems to be particularly fond of you. You can't tell your real age at all."

"You don't know how well you maintain your figure. You are well-proportioned and plump, and your figure is light and charming. Especially the gentle and intellectual charm you exude. Every gesture you make is elegant. You are definitely the pinnacle among middle-aged beauties."

Lin Lang's praise made the already drunk Zhuang Jingxue even more elated.

"Alang, I finally understand why you have so many scandals. You really know how to make women happy. Isn't Mengyao jealous?"

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "She turned a blind eye. We have a tacit understanding, so she doesn't care if I have affairs with other women outside."

"You young people are so open-minded and have so much fun!" Zhuang Jingxue leaned on the sofa charmingly and lazily.

While massaging Zhuang Jingxue's thighs, Lin Lang said with rapid breathing, "Auntie Xue, is my massage comfortable?"

Zhuang Jingxue blushed as she replied, "Comfortable."

Lin Lang asked tentatively: "How is my hand strength? Do you need to use more force?"

Zhuang Jingxue replied drunkenly, "Okay, I like it with more force."

"Auntie Xue, I like the shape of your wine glass legs. They have both the soft and gentle temperament unique to women and the mature and sexy charm. They are really beautiful." Lin Lang increased the strength of the massage.

Zhuang Jingxue laughed drunkenly: "This is the first time I've heard of the term wine glass legs. Can you explain what it means?"

Lin Lang licked his dry lips and replied, "The characteristics of wine glass legs are that they are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, similar to a tall wine glass, with slender calves and slightly plump thighs, with curves and sexiness. The sensual beauty of this type of legs can best stimulate a man's eyes and make people imagine."

"Alang, you are so annoying. After listening to your description of wine glass legs, why do I feel like I have two legs that are easy for men to see?"

"No, no, no, Aunt Xue, what I mean is that you have beautiful legs, which are attractive to most men, hehe..."

Zhuang Jingxue felt happy after hearing this, but she scolded him: "Alang, you are such a bad boy. You just like to look at my legs, why do you drag most men into it?"

"Uh...I'm usually too embarrassed to stare at your legs, but today I took advantage of the alcohol to look at them a little more. Aunt Xue, you won't be angry, right?"

"You've seen whether I'm angry or not, and why do I feel like you're taking advantage of me by giving me a massage and legs?" Zhuang Jingxue pouted shyly while drunkenly.

Lin Lang denied it, "Aunt Xue, you are wrongly accusing me. My Chinese medicine massage techniques are absolutely standard, without any unnecessary movements."

Zhuang Jingxue said with a drunken smile: "Alang, you are worthy of having studied Chinese medicine massage. Your big hands are so comfortable to massage. If I feel uncomfortable in the future, can we go to the hotel to get a room and you can give me a massage?"

"Uh... Aunt Xue, if you feel uncomfortable and want me to give you a massage, you can just go to Zhou's house. Why do you have to book a room in a hotel?"

"You silly boy, you came to my room in Zhou's house and gave a massage to a widow. Wouldn't the servants spread rumors after seeing you?"

"Uh... Aunt Xue is absolutely right. I'll listen to you then."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue's face flashed with a barely perceptible smugness. She bit her red lips and said in a charming voice, "Come on, Alang, let's continue playing Truth or Dare. I haven't had enough."

Lin Lang was massaging Zhuang Jingxue's thigh, but he took his hand away with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction and said with a chuckle, "Okay, rock-paper-scissors."

"Auntie Xue, you lost again." A sly smile spread across Lin Lang's face.

"Oh, why do I always lose? Alang, you have to let me in the next round." Zhuang Jingxue sat on the sofa, drunkenly acting coquettishly.

"Okay, Aunt Xue, you have to accept the loss of this round."

Zhuang Jingxue smiled charmingly with drunken eyes and said expectantly, "Okay, do you want to ask me the truth or dare?"

Lin Lang actually said with courage: "Your punishment for this round is a big dare. I want you to free your mind, admit that you are a lonely and depressed bitch, and say the shameful words that you usually want to say but dare not say."

Zhuang Jingxue's breathing stagnated after hearing this. She covered her reddened cheeks and said embarrassedly, "Alang, are you crazy? I'm so embarrassed to do this."

Lin Lang provoked her by saying, "Why? You can't afford to play? Just now you said you didn't even blink when you cut open a patient's stomach to perform surgery. Don't you dare to admit that you are lonely and depressed?"

Zhuang Jingxue dodged Lin Lang's gaze. She bit her red lips and then said nervously and excitedly, "I... I am a cheap woman. I often suffer from insomnia in lonely nights. The feeling of tossing and turning and not being able to sleep is very uncomfortable."

"I am a normal woman, I also have needs, but I am a wealthy wife from a prominent family, I dare not easily look for a man outside, I am afraid that if the affair is exposed, it will have a negative impact on the reputation of my family and my daughter, and I will become a slut in the eyes of others."

After hearing this, Lin Lang seemed to be energized and urged, "Keep talking, don't stop."

Zhuang Jingxue drank the red wine in the glass and continued under the influence of alcohol: "For so many years, I have been trying hard to suppress my normal needs. I enriched myself with work and was promoted to become a respected vice president."

"But only I know that career and fame cannot bring me happiness."

"The longer I was suppressed, the more distorted my mind became. I once secretly went to a massage parlor that specialized in providing massages to wealthy women, but when I got there, I backed out and fled in a panic from that dirty place."

"I have some mysophobia and cannot accept disgusting places like that, but I still have some desire for it."

"I like reading. At first, I read medical books and world classics. Later, I liked reading romance novels. Later, I secretly read erotic novels. I was obsessed with the descriptions in the novels and imagined that I was the heroine in the book who was at the mercy of others."

At this point, Zhuang Jingxue shyly met Lin Lang's gaze, blushing and saying with a beating heart: "No, I'm too embarrassed to say this, Alang, I'm embarrassed to continue, please forgive me!"

Lin Lang was listening with great interest, and couldn't wait to urge him, "Don't stop, I'm just enjoying it, keep going."

Zhuang Jingxue felt the blood in her body rushing to her face. She nodded slightly, lowered her head and twisted her fingers, and continued: "I secretly watched a pornographic movie, and it was like a new world opened up for me."

"But because my husband is such an incompetent loser in bed, I can only envy the heroines in the porn movies. The more I watch, the more uncomfortable I feel, and the more I hate my husband."

"He is not a man. He can't bring happiness to his woman. What kind of man is he?" Zhuang Jingxue sneered drunkenly, her eyes full of contempt.

"Keep talking." Lin Lang took a sip of red wine with a dry throat.

Zhuang Jingxue took a deep breath and said drunkenly, "I am a cheap woman. I want to do something shameless. I feel happy just thinking about it."

"I bought stockings of various styles and colors, put on beautiful stockings and miniskirts, secretly wore sunglasses and masks to take the subway and squeeze into the bus. When strange men secretly looked at me, I would feel inexplicably happy."

Lin Lang was shocked after hearing this: "No way? Aunt Xue, you have done this kind of thing secretly? This is really beyond my imagination, I can't think of it even if I break my head!"

Zhuang Jingxue touched her burning cheeks and said shamefully, "Alang, do you think I'm a shameless bad woman now?"

Lin Lang replied truthfully: "You are really a bitch, but you are a woman who cares about your reputation, so you suppress yourself and take your status and reputation into consideration, right?"

"Yes!" Zhuang Jingxue rubbed her fingers embarrassedly.

"But this only shows that I am a woman who is not completely cheap enough, so I am elegant and dignified in front of others, but a lonely and unbearable slut behind others. How I wish I had a man who pampered me in his arms every day and gave me happiness every night!"

"Alang, can you understand this feeling of being unable to sleep every night and being anxious and restless?" Zhuang Jingxue's eyes began to turn red, and she looked at Lin Lang pitifully.

"Uh... Aunt Xue, I can understand that you have been suppressing yourself for so many years and it's been hard. So I won't think you are a bad woman, and I won't blackmail you morally."

"Alang, it's great to hear you say that. I've always wanted to find someone to talk to, to tell them about my inner pain, and to let them see my other side."

"Now, I can finally shamelessly say in front of you that I am a slut. Ah Lang, please say it quickly. Say that I am a slut."

Lin Lang looked at the obviously drunk and charming Zhuang Jingxue and said weakly, "Auntie Xue, can I really say that you are a slut?"

"Of course you can, but you can only call me a slut when we are alone. Not when there are outsiders around." Zhuang Jingxue seemed to be looking forward to it, with an expression of smugness and shyness on her face.

Lin Lang couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't tell whether Zhuang Jingxue was really letting herself go or was just talking nonsense because she was drunk.