Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang tickled the soles of Zhuang Jingxue's feet again and said with a wicked smile, "Auntie Xue, why are you asking so many detailed questions?"

Zhuang Jingxue curled her toes and hooked them on Lin Lang's chin, and said coquettishly: "Ah Lang, you are so bad, don't tickle my soles, hurry up and continue to tell me what happened between you and Aunt Mei?"

Lin Lang pretended to bite Zhuang Jingxue's toes again, scaring her so much that she instinctively retracted her foot and giggled sweetly and charmingly.

"Auntie Xue, if you still want to hear this story, then you should give me a foot massage instead. I can't let you enjoy it all the time. You should serve me in return, right?"

Zhuang Jingxue said obediently: "Okay, I love serving you the most, so it's your turn to sit down."

After Lin Lang sat down on the edge of the bed, Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips and knelt at Lin Lang's feet. She gently took off his home slippers, pulled off his socks and smelled them, then squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly.

Lin Lang frowned slightly and asked, "Aren't my socks smelly?"

Zhuang Jingxue looked up at Lin Lang with affection in her eyes and replied with a blushing face: "It doesn't stink, I think it smells good. Your pair of worn socks belongs to me."

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Lin Lang replied speechlessly: "Okay."

Zhuang Jingxue knelt on the soft carpet, gently holding Lin Lang's ankles with both hands.

She first pressed tentatively with her thumb on the center of his foot arch. When the muscles under her fingertips stiffened slightly, she then used her palm to rub the skin slowly.

"Are you comfortable, Alang?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "It's comfortable. Aunt Xue, you don't have to kneel down to give me a massage. It makes me feel embarrassed."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxue said coquettishly: "I like to kneel down and give you a foot massage."

"When I think about how I used to be your master's wife, but now I am kneeling at your feet, looking up at you in worship, I feel inexplicably happy and satisfied."

Lin Lang couldn't help but tease: "You are really a slut."

"Alang, I'm just your slut, but I'm not a bitch to everyone." Zhuang Jingxue put her index finger and middle finger together, starting from the base of Lin Lang's toes, and pushed and twisted inch by inch along the meridian lines on the sole of the foot.

Lin Lang looked at Zhuang Jingxue kneeling at his feet with a look of enjoyment, and said in a rolling voice: "Auntie Xue, I really like your frivolous and charming look now!"

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips shyly and continued to give Lin Lang a foot massage in a flattering manner. The strength of her fingertips turned into a subtle caress, which made Lin Lang feel very relaxed.

"Ah Lang, please continue to tell me about your affair with Aunt Mei. I haven't heard enough."

Lin Lang continued, "Aunt Mei saw a bug on the vegetables in the kitchen and jumped into my arms out of fear. I reached out and pinched the bug and threw it into the trash can."

"Aunt Mei took the opportunity to stay in my arms and refused to let go, as if she was deliberately seducing me. I joked with Aunt Mei, "Is it really okay for you to keep holding me so intimately?"

"Aunt Mei's face immediately turned red. She said that after seeing the bug, she instinctively hugged me and told me not to think too much."

"Although she didn't admit it, her body was very honest. The way she looked at me changed, just like the way you, a slut, look at me now."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue said coquettishly and embarrassedly: "Hate it, your Aunt Mei is a slut, how did you bring her story into my life?"

Lin Lang chuckled and continued, "While Aunt Mei was cooking, I visited her house and found a pair of red lace garter stockings drying on the balcony of the bedroom. They looked very tempting."

"I was thinking, Aunt Mei knew that she invited me to her house for dinner tonight, but she still hung her stockings on the balcony of the bedroom. Aunt Xue, do you think she forgot to put them away?"

"Or is it intentional?" Lin Lang showed his signature smirk on his face.

"Alang, I am a woman and I understand women's psychology. You, Aunt Mei, must have done this on purpose, trying to seduce you and want to have an old cow eat young grass."

"Haha, Aunt Xue, you guessed right! Aunt Mei appeared at her bedroom door and said I was a little pervert and sneaked into her bedroom to look around."

"I said I just wanted to visit Aunt Mei's bedroom. I didn't have any bad intentions."

"Aunt Mei pushed me out of her room in a stern voice, saying who knows if a little scoundrel like me has bad intentions towards her."

"Then, I started eating and drinking with Aunt Mei, because the taste of Aunt Mei's cooking is the same as the taste of my mother's cooking when she was alive. After four years of losing my mother, I was able to eat the same cooking as my mother, which made me like Aunt Mei even more."

"During the meal, Aunt Mei and I talked a lot. We talked about everything. Maybe Aunt Mei realized that I had really grown up, so she started to talk to me about some ambiguous topics under the influence of alcohol."

"I pretended to know a thing or two about everything, and Aunt Mei said she would test me, and if I could answer the questions, she would let me kiss her."

Hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue couldn't help but urge him, "Alang, please continue talking quickly. Don't interrupt at the critical moment like you're listening to a storytelling. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter."

Lin Lang laughed and continued, "The first question Aunt Mei asked me to improvise a modern poem to test my literary skills."

"I drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and immediately, as if possessed by the poet Li Bai, I improvised a modern poem called "I Crossed Half of Xia Country to Sleep with You."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue patted Lin Lang's instep and laughed so hard that she fell backwards. "Ah Lang, you are not serious at all. How could someone write a poem with a title as vulgar as "I'll Cross Half of Xia Country to Sleep with You"? "

Lin Lang shook his hair and said in a boastful manner: "Aunt Mei's reaction was exactly the same as yours at that time. She laughed at me for being uneducated."

"As a result, when I read out the poem, Aunt Mei was immediately shocked by my amazing talent. She said that she heard a cry for freedom in my bold and vulgar poems. It felt very literary, even full of power and depth!"

Zhuang Jingxue laughed so hard that tears almost came out of her eyes after hearing this: "Alang, just brag. I want to hear what this poem of yours, which is not a proper modern poem, is about."

Lin Lang cleared his throat pretentiously, then began to recite poetry while shaking his head.

I traveled across most of the country to sleep with you

In fact, sleeping with you and being slept with by you are almost the same

It is nothing but the force of two bodies colliding, nothing but the flower that blooms due to this force.

It is nothing more than the virtual spring created by these flowers, which makes us mistakenly believe that life has been reopened...

The second half of the poem is omitted...

Zhuang Jingxue was just as shocked as Guan Tingmei when she heard this shocking modern poem, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This poem is common but extraordinary, ordinary but not mediocre, a great poem!"

Lin Lang, who had successfully shown off, continued, "Aunt Mei was also amazed and praised my impromptu modern poem!"

"Because Aunt Mei lost the first round of the bet, I exchanged the reward without any explanation and kissed her boldly, not giving Aunt Mei any time to react or the chance to refuse."

When Zhuang Jingxue heard this, she couldn't help but lick her lips, feeling a little jealous, and at the same time she asked with great envy: "What happened after you forcefully kissed Aunt Mei?"

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and smirked: "Aunt Mei pushed me away, playing hard to get, saying that she was my mother's best friend before she died, and it's wrong for us to do this."

"I looked at the charming Aunt Mei, breathed in the alluring scent of her perfume, and shamelessly said that I hadn't kissed her enough and wanted to continue kissing her."

"Aunt Mei said under the influence of alcohol that it's okay if I want to continue kissing her. She will give me another difficult question. If I can give a perfect answer, I can kiss her again."

Zhuang Jingxue became more and more excited as she listened, and couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me quickly, what problem did Aunt Mei give you again?"

"Aunt Mei said that I was the chairman of Maitian Music and had great literary skills. There was a piano in her study, so she asked me to improvise a song and sing it to her."

"I played and sang the song 'Itch' and it immediately won Aunt Mei over."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue tickled the soles of Lin Lang's feet and said jokingly, "Ah Lang, you are not serious at all. How can a song be named "Itchy"? Are you bitten by a mosquito or are you lonely?"

Lin Lang retracted his feet, stretched out his hand to pull Zhuang Jingxue up from the ground, sat on the edge of his bed, breathed in her charming fragrance, and said with a wicked smile: "I think you, a bitch, are just lonely and unbearable, right?"

Zhuang Jingxue punched Lin Lang's shoulder with her pink fist and said coquettishly, "Hate it, then sing it for me. What's so special about your improvised song "Itch"?"

Lin Lang pretended to be mysterious and smirked, "Auntie Xue, you have to be prepared when you listen to this song. It might make your allergic urticaria flare up."

"I don't believe it. How can there be such a song as you said? Then sing it to me now." Zhuang Jingxue looked expectant.

Lin Lang stood up from the bed, walked to the dressing table, picked up a roller comb, held it in his hand pretending it was a microphone, and began to move his waist and sway his body while singing the song "Itchy". The saying that if a man is aroused, women will have no chance to show their true colors became concrete.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Jingxue couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lin Lang's enchanting dance, coupled with his half-closed eyes like a seductive fox demon, sang the lyrics "Come on~ Have fun~ Anyway, there are plenty of beautiful scenery..."

The lyrics sung by Lin Lang sounded more like the words of a tiger or a wolf to Zhuang Jingxue, like a ball of fluffy feathers that tickled her heart.

As the tempo of the chorus quickened, Lin Lang's dancing became more and more enchanting, the same kind of dance that male models do in nightclubs to tease rich women.

The lyrics of "The more panicked I am, the more I think about it, the more itchy I get, the more itchy I get" coupled with Lin Lang's deliberately exaggerated body language made Zhuang Jingxue laugh so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, with tears streaming down her eyes.

She grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at Lin Lang, but he caught it quickly. He then hugged the pillow to his chest and pressed the roller comb against his lips as if blowing a kiss.

When she sang the high notes, she suddenly changed her tune to imitate the soprano of the original singer Huang Ling. Her shrill voice mixed with deliberately off-tune vibrato made Zhuang Jingxue laugh so hard that she lay on the bed with her legs kicked up.

"Stop! Alang, you're not singing, you're trying to make me die of laughter and inherit my inheritance!"

"Haha, I don't want to make Aunt Xue die of laughter. I'm not short of money. If Aunt Xue dies, I won't have my favorite slut anymore."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue walked towards Lin Lang seductively and leaned into his arms, acting coquettishly.

"Ah Lang, tell me, did Aunt Mei lose the bet and kiss you again after listening to your impromptu singing of 'Itch', and then the two of you couldn't help but roll onto the same bed?"