104: Chapter 104 Hurry up!

Wang Yang's hand landed on her waist, his fingertips hooking onto that thin layer of fabric.

Luo Shiyun stiffened all over, opening her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with moisture.

"Wang Yang..."

Her voice was trembling, so soft it seemed as if it were about to melt away.

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Sister Shiyun, you are truly beautiful. From the first time I saw you, I thought you were beautiful. You look beautiful in Yoga wear, beautiful in a dress, and even more beautiful right now."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder. She bit her lip and buried her face in the pillow, even the tips of her ears turning red.

Wang Yang gently nibbled on her earlobe, the tip of his tongue grazing the auricle, his warm breath spilling behind her ear.

Luo Shiyun shuddered all over, a suppressed moan escaping her lips.

Her body began to feel a bit restless.

Wang Yang's hand wandered over her body, from her waist to her lower abdomen, from her lower abdomen to her thighs.

Her skin was as smooth as satin, warm, and trembling slightly.

His fingertips grazed her thigh, just a little.

Luo Shiyun stiffened, her legs trembling slightly, and a soft hum escaped her lips.

"Sister Shiyun, are you ready?"

Luo Shiyun buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"Mm..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Then try begging me."

Luo Shiyun was stunned; she lifted her head from the pillow to look at him.

His eyes were very bright, and a wicked smile played on the corners of his mouth.

His fingers traced gently along the side of her thigh, unhurriedly.

"Beg me, and I'll start the game."

Luo Shiyun's face was red enough to drip blood.

"You, why are you so bad..."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Not begging? Then forget it."

He made a move to get up.

Luo Shiyun grabbed his arm.

"Don't, don't."

Wang Yang looked at her.

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her eyes turning red.

She looked at him, tears swirling in her eyes, her lips trembling, like a frightened little deer.

"Beg you～"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, as yielding as cotton candy, and sickeningly sweet.

The fire in Wang Yang's heart burned completely.

"Beg me for what?"

Luo Shiyun buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, with a hint of a sob.

"Beg you... start the game quickly."

Wang Yang did not hesitate any longer.

He lowered his head to kiss her lips, his hands resting on her body.

Luo Shiyun wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him, her body trembling slightly like a leaf in the wind.

Wang Yang's voice was as low as a murmur.

"Sister Shiyun, we're playing a game, you need to relax."

Luo Shiyun bit her lip and nodded.

Her body was still tense, like a taut string.

Wang Yang's hand rubbed gently at her waist, his palm warm, rhythmically, as if soothing her.

Luo Shiyun slowly relaxed, her body softening like a pool of melted water.

Wang Yang's hand landed on her waist, slowly moving downward.

His fingertips hooked onto that thin layer of fabric and gave it a gentle tug.

Luo Shiyun closed her eyes, her body arching slightly, a soft hum escaping her lips.

Her hands clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging into the fabric.

Wang Yang lowered his head, kissing her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose.

He kissed her lips.

Wang Yang's kiss was very light, very gentle, like a feather brushing past.

Luo Shiyun's body slowly opened up, like a flower blooming slowly in the morning light.

The night outside the window was thick, and the city lights lit up one by one.

In the room, the temperature was rising.

Luo Shiyun's voice was intermittent, sounding like both crying and laughing.

"Wang Yang... the game is too slow, speed it up a bit."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Beg me then."

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

"Then I beg you, play the game properly."

Wang Yang's gaze deepened.

"Beg me for what?"

Luo Shiyun buried her face in his neck, her voice as soft as water.

Carrying trembling, shyness, and long-suppressed desire.

"Beg you, play the game properly."

Seeing her like this, Wang Yang stopped teasing her.

Luo Shiyun's body trembled slightly, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.

A soft hum escaped her lips, sounding like crying and laughing, intermittent, making one's heart itch.

Luo Shiyun rested her legs on his waist, her toes curled.

Her body was taut at this moment.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Luo Shiyun responded to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her nails leaving shallow scratch marks on his back.

Her body was trembling, trembling from the inside out.

It wasn't cold, it was heat, a heat surging from deep within her body.

The night outside the window grew thicker, and the city lights lit up one by one.

In the room, the sounds continued for a long time.

Luo Shiyun's voice changed from the initial sounds into a low moan.

From a low moan into light gasps, and from light gasps into murmurs.

Her fingers were buried in Wang Yang's hair, her legs resting against his waist.

Her body was like a pool of water, melting into his embrace.

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The night deepened, and the large flat on the twenty-eighth floor of Yunxi Terrace was as quiet as if it were submerged at the bottom of the water.

The living room lights were off, and the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows extinguished one by one, leaving only the aviation warning lights on the tops of a few high-rise buildings in the distance.

Flashing red, flashing red, like an insomniac blinking their eyes.

Moonlight squeezed in through the gap in the curtains, landing on the floor, a thin layer like a coating of frost.

Wen Yulan came out of the bathroom after showering.

She was wearing a white bathrobe, cotton, clinging softly to her body, the belt tied loosely, outlining her slender waist.

The collar of the bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a stretch of fair collarbone and the soft curves of her chest.

That patch of skin was glowing white, shimmering with a faint luster under the dim lights of the corridor.

Her hair was dried and draped over her shoulders.

The ends of her hair were slightly curled, carrying the faint scent of shampoo, the smell of gardenias.

As she walked, the hem of the bathrobe swayed gently, revealing her smooth calves and slender ankles.

Wen Yulan walked to the door of her room, pushed it open, and closed it behind her.

The room was not big, but it was kept very clean.

The bed was 1.8 meters wide, covered with light gray bedding, as soft as clouds.

A small night light sat on the bedside table, its warm yellow light illuminating the whole room, making it cozy and quiet.

She lifted the quilt and lay down, leaning against the headboard, picking up her phone to scroll through it.

Wang Yang hadn't sent any messages.

She placed the phone on the bedside table, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Just as she was getting sleepy, the doorknob turned gently.

It was a very light sound, but exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Wen Yulan opened her eyes, staring at the door.

The door opened a crack, and Chen Xuemiao's head poked in.

Her hair was loose, her eyes bright, like a cat that had stolen some fish.

She was wearing a short nightdress, pink, silk, thin, clinging softly to her body.

The collar of the nightdress was very low, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and deep cleavage.

Those two lovely things were wrapped in silk fabric, rising and falling gently with her breathing.

The hem of the dress barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing two fair legs, long and straight.

They shimmered with a faint luster under the corridor lights.

She was barefoot on the floor, her toenails painted with light pink polish, shimmering with tiny glimmers of light under the lamp.