The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 185 Guess What I'm Wearing

Bae Yong-jun looked at Lee Ji-eun, and the passionate words seemed to still echo in his ears.

The Lee Ji-eun in front of me seemed like a different person, with facial features mixed with youthfulness and maturity. She no longer had a joking look on her face and seemed to be speaking from the heart.

"So before meeting you, I will dress up very carefully and keep thinking about whether you will like it on the way until I see you."

The delicate facial features are very close to Bae Yong-jun.

The super artist who is admired by thousands of people and seems out of reach for others is speaking passionate love words, which are like heavy artillery, hitting the heart directly and making people's heart beat wildly.

"Every meeting is important." Li Zhien looked at Bae Yongjun steadily, her big eyes full of tenderness. "Bae Yongjun, do you feel my seriousness?"

The bathroom was so quiet that Pei Yongjun seemed to be able to hear her heartbeat.

"Bae Yongjun, don't refuse when we meet next time, okay?" Lee Ji-eun murmured to herself, her face getting closer and closer.

Her body was almost leaning against Pei Yongjun's, and he could almost feel the cute little bump on her chest, pressing against his chest.

Getting closer and closer, her thin red lips were pursed, delicate and tender.

Her eyes are really beautiful.

Getting closer.

"Okay." Pei Yongjun agreed.

There was only a slight distance between the two of them.

"...Why did you agree so quickly?" Lee Ji-eun seemed surprised.

"Isn't it good?"

"If you wait a little longer, you'll be able to taste what my lipstick tastes like." Her eyes held some temptation. "Aren't you curious?"

"Forget it, this is the bathroom, and I'm afraid you'll cry." Pei Yongjun shook his head, "Tears don't taste good."

His voice was gentle.

Li Zhien was stunned for a moment.

"...You are very good." She blinked and smiled, with some genuine emotion in her smile.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Pei Yongjun's cheek, muttering to herself, "Oh no, it seems I really like you a little bit."

"Was what you said last night false?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"That's true." Lee Ji-eun stretched out her finger and touched his lips.

The fingers are white and tender, the fingertips are soft and warm, with a subtle salty taste and sweet perfume.

"That's all for now. As for the rest," she straightened up with an expectant smile, "we'll continue next time."

"Wait." Pei Yongjun reached out and grabbed her arm.

"what happened?"

"So, what's your question?" He changed the subject.

"Do you really want to know?" Lee Ji-eun tilted her head.

"I don't like being kept in the dark," Bae Yong-jun replied.

"Well," Li Zhien rolled her eyes, "then let me ask you a simple question."

"Thank you." Pei Yongjun made a gesture of invitation.

"My clothes look nice, don't they?" she asked.

"That's right." Pei Yongjun nodded.

"Then the question is, guess what I..." She leaned close to Pei Yongjun's ear, her voice thin and soft, and her hot and moist breath gently licked Pei Yongjun's earlobe, making him feel a little itchy.

"What style is the last piece you're wearing?"

"The last one?" Pei Yongjun was slightly stunned.

"Well, the last one." Li Zhien glanced down, gently lifted the skirt with her right hand, and then looked at Pei Yongjun, "Guess, if you guess right, I'll tell you why I know you're here."

"But," she held up a white and tender finger with an innocent smile on her face, "you only have one chance~"

The last one?
A sweater, a skirt, and if there's one more thing...

Pei Yongjun's gaze traced her arms down, past the subtle curve of her chest, and then to her slender waist. Her delicate hands lifted her long navy blue pleated skirt slightly, revealing her white ankles. His gaze then moved upwards, resting on her belly.

Only her little cutie is left.

"Guess here?" he asked softly, various styles emerging in his mind.

"Yeah." Lee Ji-eun nodded.

He raised his head and looked at Li Zhien, "I'm a little curious, if this is easy, then what is difficult?"

"Let's talk about it after we answer the simple ones." Li Zhien shook her fingers left and right. "Don't be too greedy. Take it one step at a time."

"You think I can't guess?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"Then why don't you try it?" Lee Ji-eun blinked with an innocent look on her face.

A pure smile, a dignified long dress full of intellectual meaning, and white wrists and ankles.

But he had to guess the style of her skirt.

Pei Yongjun couldn't help but jump.

"This question is a bit dangerous. Do you really want me to answer it?" He stared into Li Zhien's eyes.

"Don't ask if you're afraid of danger." Lee Ji-eun slowly lowered her skirt, and her white and tender ankles gradually disappeared into the hem of the skirt.

"Then I'll guess." Pei Yongjun said.

"Guess..." Li Zhien's body trembled and her eyes suddenly widened.

Pei Yongjun looked over her shoulder and looked at the mirror behind her.

In the mirror, his broad palm grabbed Li Zhien's little butt.

She seemed to have her lifeline pinched, her whole body stiff and motionless.

"Let me see," Bae Yong-jun lowered his head, leaned close to Lee Ji-eun's ear, and whispered, "What are you wearing?"

Rub the palms.

Between the fingers and palms, there is plumpness, softness and tenderness.

Li Zhien's body slowly softened from stiffness, as if ice was melting.

"Lace? It should be very beautiful, right?" His fingertips slowly wandered over the pleated skirt, feeling the thin fabric beneath the thick material. "It only covers half of the edge."

"right?"

Li Zhien felt weak all over, half-pushing and half-leaning in his arms, her breathing trembling, her fair cheeks flushed, hot and soft, "No."

"What's wrong?" Pei Yongjun asked, looking at her back being wantonly kneaded in the mirror.

"Patterns," she murmured.

To guess the pattern above, the questions become increasingly difficult.

"It's a little daisy." Bae Yongjun retracted his gaze and pierced Li Zhien's eyes with an aggressive look, "Is it?"

"If so, tell me why you know I'm here."

"If not..."

"I'll see for myself."

Li Zhien's moist eyes trembled, her rosy lips slightly opened, and the hand on his chest was not sure whether it was resistance or invitation, "No..."

"You really won't tell me?" Pei Yongjun's eyes were like torches, piercing her heart. "But you know, someone warned me not to go to your party."

"Even if you don't tell me, others will know."

"What?" Li Zhien's eyes suddenly widened and her body stiffened. "I..."

Just as I was shocked, I suddenly heard a shout in my ears.

"Jie'en-senpai, are you calling me? I'm coming in?"

Lin Nayeon's clear voice echoed in the quiet bathroom like a thunderclap.

(End of this chapter)