Chapter 64: Hollow Lace Battle Robe
The next day, Lin Zimo and Shi Luoyin take the yacht out to sea together, reveling in the thrill and joy of the waves crashing against the hull.
On the sailboat, they grip the ropes side by side, letting the vessel soar freely with the ocean breeze, as if floating among the clouds.
Afterward, they dive together to explore the underwater world.
Sunlight filters through the surface, scattering into a thousand shimmering beams, warm and radiant.
In this magnificent underwater realm, Lin Zimo and Shi Luoyin plunge hand in hand, uncovering the mysteries and beauties of the sea floor.
With dive masks on, they descend through swaying seagrass, feeling the gentle currents brush past their bodies.
They weave through a bizarre coral reef, schools of colorful fish darting around them like vibrant artwork dancing in the water.
Deeper in, they spot a massive octopus undulating through the depths, its tentacles flowing like supple ribbons—beautiful and enigmatic.
They see a stunning starfish resting quietly on the seabed.
Every corner of the ocean floor brims with poetry and romance, awakening them to the miracles of life.
In this enchanting underwater paradise, every moment pulses with romance, forging an unforgettable memory.
That evening, Lin Zimo and Shi Luoyin return to the resort hotel.
In the bathroom, Shi Luoyin thinks back on the happiness of the past two days, gazing at the special outfit in her hands.
Her lovely face flushes crimson, and she bites her lip—those online tutorials are so embarrassing.
"You're getting lucky, Lin Zimo. Who told me to fall for you like this?"
By the floor-to-ceiling window, Lin Zimo lounges on the sofa, wondering why Shi Luoyin hasn't come out yet.
Recalling the past two days of cuddling and kissing, he feels his self-control slipping.
Just then, Shi Luoyin emerges.
Lin Zimo glances up, and he's hit with a sight both breathtaking and scorching.
He nearly feels a nosebleed coming on.
Shi Luoyin wears a exquisite white hollow lace battle robe.
Her snowy jade legs are sheathed in sheer, gossamer flesh-toned suspender stockings, her plump, pearl-like toes painted with pink nail polish.
Her perfect, voluptuous curves are outlined to perfection, stirring the soul with their allure.
Her skin gleams like fine jade, smooth as porcelain—like a pearl shell under the lights, blushing faintly pink with shyness.
Her long black hair cascades over her shoulders, a few strands draping across the bow in front, utterly tantalizing.
Through the hollow white lace patterns up front, glimpses of her snowy skin tease the eye.
Her delicate, sweet face burns red, her slightly upturned pink lips petite and rosy.
Hiss—Shi Luoyin is killer tonight!
Lin Zimo's heart takes a pounding inside, but he plays it cool on the surface, grabbing a glass of iced water from the table and taking a sip.
With a wicked impulse, he decides to tease her, see how far she'll go.
Shi Luoyin: "……"
Seeing Lin Zimo not pouncing like the tutorials promised, she doubts if she followed the right ones, freezing up without spotting his mischief.
Shi Luoyin bites her pink lip, steps up to him, and calls out softly, "Lin Zimo."
She feels inexplicably aggrieved—I've gone this far, and he has no reaction?
"Mm? What's up?" Lin Zimo's inwardly cracking up, but keeps his face straight.
Shi Luoyin bites her lip harder, steels herself, steps on his foot, and whispers, "Do you... want it...?"
"Want what?" Lin Zimo savors the soft press on his foot, barely holding it together as his lips twitch upward.
Shi Luoyin starts to reply, then catches the grin on his handsome face—and the obvious bulge below.
She realizes he's been toying with her.
"Ah! You jerk, Lin Zimo, pretending like that!"
Fuming, Shi Luoyin plops straight onto his lap, raining little pink fists on his chest.
"Big bad guy! You big bully! How dare you pretend—I'll beat you to death!"
"Hahaha, no more pretending, no more—you win, stop hitting."
Lin Zimo catches one tiny fist while his other arm snakes around her slender waist, pulling her in tight.
"Yah~!" Shi Luoyin yelps as she's drawn into his embrace, tumbling fully into his arms.
Their eyes lock instantly.
Each sees their reflection in the other's gaze, breaths mingling and entwining.
The air thickens with raw intimacy.
Both lose themselves in the haze, drawn irresistibly together.
Shi Luoyin's body goes limp, her face aflame as she murmurs, heart pounding, "Lin Zimo, I want you to kiss me."
"Okay." Lin Zimo's lips brush her forehead softly.
Then trail down to her brows, and finally to those cherry-ripened lips.
Shi Luoyin's mouth is the sweetest fruit, parting slightly in anticipation.
Lin Zimo's tongue teases hers open, tangling in a heated dance.
Her small hands clutch his shoulders, her whole body quivering from the kiss.
Lin Zimo's hand glides down her back, drawing her closer, bodies fusing tighter.
Their kiss deepens, ignites—like a summer storm, fierce and unstoppable.
The room fills with sounds not suitable for young ears...
Jade legs, bunny ears, stockings... Lin Zimo toys with them all, over and over.
Shi Luoyin clings to his neck, melting against his chest like a kindred melody to his tune.
"Luoyin, who taught you to dress like this?" Lin Zimo's hands keep moving, curiosity piqued.
Her reactions scream innocence, yet the outfit says otherwise.
Shi Luoyin hums softly before whispering, "I found tutorials online myself..."
"Do those tutorials say what comes next?" Lin Zimo grins inwardly—damn, good tutorials.
"They do." Her fair little face glows pink as she turns her back to him. "Like this..."
Shi Luoyin speaks nervously, grasping him—vast, profound, a scholar's depth—and lowers her head devotedly.
Ah—.
69 is the natural number between 68 and 70.
Lin Zimo gasps sharply, the scenery lush and picturesque.
"Ah!"
"Good girl, savor it slow."
"Don't be too straightforward."
"Sweet talker."
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