<h4>Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Courtesy Demands Reciprocity</h4>


    Lin Youyou’s seductive words caught Chen Ziyang off guard.


    Was this the same wildcat from Fragrance Street he knew?


    However, while he was still in shock, Lin Youyou had already undone the buttons of his shirt.


    Soon, Lin Youyou’s fragrant tongue traced its way down from his chest.


    Her soft hands were also rubbing over Chen Ziyang’s firm chest from time to time.


    "Youyou, you..."


    "Ziyang, don’t talk, I’ll get shy."


    Lin Youyou’s voice was faint but filled with determination.


    Thest time she and Chen Ziyang were interrupted mid-act, she really went to ask Yang Muxue for advice afterwards.


    And Yang Muxue spared no details in her teachings to Lin Youyou.


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    Including Chen Ziyang’s likes, his sensitive spots, now Lin Youyou had them all memorized.


    In the dark, Lin Youyou’s mental burden was much lighter, and she was braver than before.


    She guided Chen Ziyang to the sofa in the hall.


    Chen Ziyang sat on the sofa, feeling his pants being undone by Lin Youyou...


    And then she enveloped him in warmth.


    Chen Ziyang instinctively let out a deep sound, leaning his head back on the sofa cushion, savoring the pleasure Lin Youyou was giving him.


    Clearly, it was Lin Youyou’s first time attempting this on a man, her moves were very clumsy.


    But the asional teeth contact was a peculiar sensation, not ufortable for Chen Ziyang at all.


    Lin Youyou might havecked experience, but her earnestness was surprising, treating it as if it was the most delicious food in the world, with care and gentleness.


    Chen Ziyang involuntarily held her head, and Youyou protested with "mmm mmm" sounds, yet she soon submitted again.


    Lin Youyou’s hands rested on Chen Ziyang’s thighs, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically, and her exposed bosom brushing asionally against Chen Ziyang’s knees.


    Forty minutes.


    Under Lin Youyou’s tireless service, Chen Ziyang finally found release.


    As his hand held her head, Lin Youyou had no choice but to take everything in.


    The whole intense process went on for two full minutes before stopping.


    Finally released by Chen Ziyang, Lin Youyou began to cough violently.


    "Youyou, are you okay?"


    Chen Ziyang felt a bit guilty, but in that moment, he had been acting purely on instinct, unable to consider her feelings.


    "Ziyang, did you enjoy it?"


    Lin Youyou caught her breath, holding no me toward Chen Ziyang.


    With the mood like this and such a submissive wildcat, Chen Ziyang was once again filled with vigor!


    "Yes, I enjoyed it, and now it’s my turn to make you feel good!"


    Before Lin Youyou could react, she was suddenly lifted by Chen Ziyang.


    By the time she came to her senses, she was already ced on the sofa by Chen Ziyang.


    The roles were reversed.


    Chen Ziyang held the ankles of Lin Youyou’s feet apart.


    Even without the light, but by the moonlight, Lin Youyou’s already overflowing honey source wasid bare before Chen Ziyang’s eyes.


    "Don’t... don’t look at me like that..."


    Lin Youyou covered her face with embarrassment.


    Even though she had made up her mind and actively catered to Chen Ziyang, such a scene still made her unescapably shy.


    "It’s truly beautiful."


    Chen Ziyang sighed sincerely.


    Whether it was Yang Muxue, Jiang Shu, or even Su Mei, although each had their merits, not one of them had the tender freshness of Lin Youyou.


    What surprised Chen Ziyang even more was that Lin Youyou had been learning dance from a young age, giving her an unusually flexible body.


    So much so that she could easily be maneuvered by Chen Ziyang into a split.


    Lin Youyou was beyond embarrassed, but her chest heaved continuously, and the sofa was damp.


    Chen Ziyang couldn’t bear to torment this woman any longer, who had just gone to great lengths for him.


    "Mmm!!"


    Lin Youyou let out muffled groans.


    She felt Chen Ziyang, like a Spirit Snake, stirring every single nerve in her.


    To please Chen Ziyang, Lin Youyou had practiced with cucumbers and eggnts for the whole day.


    But now, Chen Ziyang’s dexterity made her feel inferior.


    "Ziyang, I can’t take it anymore!"


    Lin Youyou lost control, pressing down firmly on Chen Ziyang’s head.


    Suddenly, a warm wave sshed on Chen Ziyang’s face.


    Lin Youyou’s breathing was heavy, and she slumped onto the sofa.


    This feeling brought her a bliss she’d never experienced in her life!


    She finally understood the euphoria Yang Muxue had described to her.


    "Youyou, is this what you call an even exchange?"


    Chen Ziyang suddenly chuckled, "I treated you to porridge, and you treat me to a facial?"