114: Chapter 114 Let me see if it meets the requirements

Qin Xiaoran's face grew even redder, but her lips curled into a smile, and her eyes held shyness.

There was nervousness, and a hint of unconcealable anticipation.

Wang Yang looked at her, a smile slowly curving his lips, and asked again.

"How old are you again?"

Qin Xiaoran was stunned for a moment.

"Nineteen."

Wang Yang nodded. "Nineteen, not young anymore."

Qin Xiaoran's eyes lit up.

"So, Brother Yang means..."

Wang Yang didn't answer. He took out his phone from his pocket and opened the WeChat QR code.

"Add me on WeChat?"

Qin Xiaoran was momentarily stunned, then quickly pulled out her phone and scanned the code.

The notification for successfully adding a friend popped up. She tucked her phone back into her pocket, her face flushed.

Qin Xiaoran tucked her phone back into her pocket, her face flushed, her eyes shining like two stars.

She stood behind the counter, her fingers still twisting the apron fabric, twisting and loosening, loosening and twisting again.

Her lips were curled up, impossible to suppress, like a child who had secretly eaten candy.

Wang Yang looked at her like this, leaning against the counter, a smile slowly curving his lips.

"Do you know what you should do if you want to be my girlfriend?"

His voice was neither high nor low, but his gaze fell nakedly upon her.

From her face to her neck, from her neck to her shoulders, from her shoulders to her waist, inch by inch, it moved downwards.

Qin Xiaoran felt her whole body heat up under his gaze. Her fingers twisted even tighter, her knuckles turning white.

Of course she knew.

At nineteen, she knew everything she should and shouldn't know.

But knowing such things was one thing; having someone say it to her face was another.

Her face was so red it looked like it was on fire. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"I know."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Wang Yang smiled.

This girl, she's really quite bold.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, watching her.

"Then show me first. Let me see if you qualify."

Qin Xiaoran looked up, glanced at him, then lowered her head again.

Her heart pounded as if it would leap from her throat. She clutched the apron, her knuckles turning white.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long while, shuffling her feet on the ground but unable to move.

Wang Yang watched her, not rushing, just waiting.

After about ten seconds, he spoke.

"If you can't, then forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."

He turned to leave.

Qin Xiaoran panicked and grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't!"

Wang Yang turned to look at her.

Qin Xiaoran's face was as red as a cooked shrimp, her lips trembling, her eyes even reddened.

"I... I'll go close the door."

She let go of his hand, turned, ran to the door, and pulled down the rolling shutter.

The metal sheet rattled, the sunlight was blocked out, and the shop grew dim, with only a few warm yellow lights remaining.

Qin Xiaoran stood by the door, her back to him, her shoulders slightly rising and falling as if she were taking deep breaths.

After a long while, she finally turned around and slowly walked back.

Wang Yang sat in the barber chair, legs crossed, watching her approach step by step.

The light fell on her, coating her hair with a warm glow, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

She walked up to him, stood there, twisting the hem of her clothes, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang patted his leg.

"Come here."

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip and slowly shuffled over.

One step, two steps, three steps, as if walking on cotton.

She stood between his legs, head bowed, her ears burning red.

Wang Yang reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently pulled.

She tumbled into his embrace, sitting on his lap.

She was very light. As light as a cat, soft, fragrant, and small.

Her body pressed against his chest; through the thin hoodie and wool sweater, he could feel her warmth.

Her waist was very slender; his hand rested on it like on a pipa, a delicate grasp.

Her hair brushed against his chin, the scent of shampoo wafting into his nose.

Sweet, with the unique purity of a young girl.

Qin Xiaoran sat on his lap, her whole body stiff as a piece of wood, not knowing where to put her hands.

They rested on her knees, clutching the denim fabric of her jeans.

Her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Her breathing was light and rapid, like a startled fawn.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Continue."

Qin Xiaoran looked up at him.

His face was very close to hers, so close that she could see the fragmented light in his eyes.

Her gaze fell on his lips, then quickly moved away, then fell back again.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly leaned in and lightly touched the corner of his mouth.

It was quick, like a dragonfly skimming the water, retreating as soon as it touched, her face burning red.

Wang Yang smiled.

"That's it?"

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip and leaned in again, this time aiming for his lips, lightly touching them.

It was still quick, but it lingered for a second longer than before.

She retreated, lowering her head, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang shook his head.

"Too light."

Qin Xiaoran took a deep breath and leaned in for the third time.

Her lips pressed against his, and this time she didn't rush to pull away.

Her lips were very soft, very warm, with the unique innocence and clumsiness of a young girl.

Qin Xiaoran didn't know how to kiss, so she just stayed pressed against him, motionless.

Her breath brushed his face, tickling him.

Wang Yang sighed inwardly.

So innocent.

His hand moved up from her waist, resting on her back, gently pressing.

His other hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading into her hair.

Qin Xiaoran trembled all over, and before she could react,

his lips had already pressed down.

It wasn't her light touch; it was a real kiss.

Wang Yang directly launched his attack on Qin Xiaoran.

Qin Xiaoran's mind went blank; her whole body was like it had been electrocuted, frozen in place.

Her hands clutched his clothes, her knuckles turning white.

Soon, after only about ten seconds.

Qin Xiaoran's whole body went limp, leaning against him.

Her hands slid from his clothes, resting on his shoulders, her nails lightly digging in.

Wang Yang's other hand slid down her back, resting on her waist, gently kneading through her hoodie.

Her waist was very slender, very soft, as if boneless.

His hand slid from her waist to her leg, feeling the taut skin beneath the thin denim fabric.

Qin Xiaoran's breathing grew heavier and heavier, her face completely flushed, from her cheeks to her earlobes, from her earlobes to her neck.

Her body trembled slightly, like a leaf in the wind.

She let out soft whimpers, like crying and laughing at the same time.

Wang Yang's kiss grew deeper and more forceful.

Qin Xiaoran was breathless from the kiss, her hands pushing against his chest, trying to break free.

Wang Yang didn't let go, kissing her for a few more seconds before finally releasing her.

Qin Xiaoran collapsed against him, gasping for breath, her face flushed as if on fire, her eyes watery, her lips slightly red and swollen from the kiss.

Her entire body was as soft as a puddle of water.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder, her hands clutching his clothes, her whole body still trembling.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Do you qualify?"

Qin Xiaoran buried her face in his neck, not daring to look at him.

Her voice was muffled.

"I qualify."

Wang Yang smiled, lightly patting her backside.

Qin Xiaoran trembled all over, letting out a soft gasp, and buried her face even deeper.

Just then, her phone rang.