173: Chapter 173 Want to Eat Ice Cream

Luo Shiyun's gaze fell upon him involuntarily.

It swept from his broad chest to the smooth lines of his abdominal muscles, then quietly shifted from his abs to his waist, making her heart beat a little faster for no reason.

Until she caught a glimpse of the muscles on Wang Yang's shoulders moving slightly, as if they had just awakened from a relaxed state.

That vivid vitality was even more overwhelming than the images she had conjured up in her mind just moments ago.

Luo Shiyun's cheeks instantly flushed red, as if stained with faint rouge.

She hurriedly averted her gaze in a panic, her fingertips feeling slightly hot.

Wang Yang took in her reaction entirely, a smile rippling in his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of lazy magnetism.

"What's wrong, too afraid to look?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lower lip, her earlobes turning red: "N-no."

Wang Yang reached out, pulled her hand over, and gently placed it on his chest.

Through the thin fabric, her palm could clearly feel the steady heartbeat underneath, as well as the warm touch of his skin.

Luo Shiyun, as if scalded, tried to pull her hand back abruptly, but Wang Yang held it firmly in place.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a muscle reaction from waking up; it won't 'bully' you."

His tone carried a hint of teasing, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand, soothing her panic.

Luo Shiyun's face was burning hot, her fingers curled, daring neither to move nor to pull away, forced to let him hold her.

Wang Yang lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

This kiss carried a lingering warmth, unlike the intensity of their first meeting, yet it felt even more affectionate.

As if trying to rub the distance between them closer, bit by bit.

Luo Shiyun closed her eyes, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingertips lightly hooking his hair ends, clumsily responding to him.

Wang Yang's hand slid gently down her waist, adjusting the hem of her Yoga pants that had slipped, and meticulously smoothing out the fabric.

His movements were as gentle as if he were treating a fragile treasure.

He rose, reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, and gently helped her up.

Luo Shiyun subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs naturally pressing against his side.

Her cheek buried in the crook of his shoulder, her nose filled with the faint scent of his body wash, mixed with the warm breath from just finishing exercise.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the bedroom, Luo Shiyun's hand tightly clutching the corner of his shirt.

Her footsteps lightly brushed against the floor, every step carrying a maiden's shyness.

Wang Yang looked down at her reddened earlobes and slowed his pace further, deliberately accommodating her rhythm.

The bedroom door closed softly behind them, shutting out the outside world's hustle and bustle.

Wang Yang carried her to the bedside and carefully placed her on the soft mattress.

He also straightened her messy ponytail, and the few stray hairs stuck to her cheek were gently brushed behind her ear by him.

Luo Shiyun's hair spread across the pillow like soft silk, the blush on her face yet to fade.

Spreading from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes, and even her collarbone showed a faint pink.

The shoulder strap of her sports tank top was slightly crooked, revealing a sliver of fair shoulder.

Covered in fine beads of sweat, it gleamed softly under the light.

Wang Yang stood by the bed, looking down at her.

His gaze was full of gentle doting, without a hint of inappropriate scrutiny.

His gaze slid from her flushed cheeks to her sweat-dampened neck, and then to her heaving chest.

Finally, it landed on her hands clutching the bedsheet; those hands were pale at the knuckles from nervousness.

Luo Shiyun felt her whole body burning under his gaze, not knowing where to put her hands; she first rested them on her lower abdomen, then moved them to her sides to clutch the bedsheet tightly.

Finally, she simply raised her hands to cover her face, her voice leaking out from between her fingers, soft and sweet.

"Don't look at me like that."

Wang Yang sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, reached out to hold her wrists, and gently removed her hands from her face, his fingertips carrying a warm sensation.

"How am I looking at you? Tell me, where am I making you uncomfortable?"

Luo Shiyun's hands were pinned to both sides of the pillow by him, unable to move, her face turning even redder, like a ripe cherry.

"It's just... it's just that focused gaze, like you want to look right into my heart."

Wang Yang lowered his head and leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers, his breath brushing against her cheeks, his voice as low as a whisper.

"You're right, I just want to cherish you in my heart."

Luo Shiyun's eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, her breathing becoming light and rapid.

Her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, causing the curve of her shoulders to sway along with it.

"Brother Yang, y-you, don't say that, my heart is beating so fast."

Her voice carried a hint of choked emotion, her eyes moist and full of helplessness.

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow, his fingertips gently tracing her sweat-dampened neck, his movements impossibly gentle.

"Heart beating fast? Where is it fast?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip and turned her face away, not daring to look at the tenderness in his eyes, but her earlobes turned even redder.

Wang Yang released her wrists, his fingers sliding from the back of her hands to her arms.

Then he rested them gently on her shoulders, fixing the crooked strap of her sports tank top for her.

As his fingertips touched her warm skin, Luo Shiyun's body trembled slightly, and her hand clutching the bedsheet tightened.

His fingers gently drew a circle on her collarbone, the movement soft.

"Sister Shiyun, you look really beautiful today."

Luo Shiyun shook her head, her voice small.

"No, I'm covered in sweat, I'm all dirty."

"You're not dirty,"

Wang Yang looked at her earnestly, his eyes full of smiles.

"You look beautiful no matter what, even when you're sweaty."

His hand rested lightly on the neckline of her sports tank top, his fingertips brushing the edge of the fabric.

Luo Shiyun's breathing grew heavier, and she reached out to gently grasp his wrist.

"Brother Yang..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and chuckled in her ear, his voice carrying a hint of seduction.

"Do you want to taste the cream pudding I made? The kind you said was delicious last time."

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment, then immediately recalled the scene of the two of them making pudding together last time.

She had held a small bowl and eaten until her face was covered in cream, and Wang Yang had laughed while wiping her face; her cheeks had turned bright red back then.

Her face instantly grew hot again, her gaze drifting.

One moment she looked at his face, the next she looked down at his hands, her fingers curling slightly.

"I, I want to eat..."

Wang Yang smiled and withdrew his hand, taking out the freshly made cream pudding from the insulated box nearby.

The delicate cream was topped with a few fresh strawberries, and he placed it in front of her.

Luo Shiyun's gaze fell on the pudding, her eyes brightening slightly.

Her throat moved slightly, and she swallowed quietly.

Wang Yang reached out and gently ruffled her hair: "Come, let me feed you."

Luo Shiyun slowly leaned in, supporting herself on the bed with both hands, her body tilting slightly forward.

She lowered her head, picked up the spoon, carefully scooped up a spoonful of pudding, and brought it to her mouth.

The sweet aroma of the cream rushed toward her; she took a gentle bite, the delicate texture melting on her tongue, and her eyes instantly curved into crescents.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, watching her eat with such focus, the smile on his lips impossible to hide.

Her lips were stained with a bit of cream, like a sweet strawberry, making one unable to resist wanting to wipe it off for her.

"Is it good?" he asked softly.

Luo Shiyun was eating with satisfaction; hearing this, she nodded gently.

With cream still on the corner of her mouth, she spoke with a milky tone: "It's good..."

The sky outside was completely dark, and the city lights shone through the sheer curtains, casting mottled shadows on the bedroom ceiling.

The room was quiet, with only the soft clinking of the spoon against the bowl and the sound of their shallow breathing.

Luo Shiyun ate very slowly, savoring every bite.

Occasionally, she would look up at Wang Yang, her eyes full of shyness and sweet warmth.

...

About twenty minutes later, Luo Shiyun finally finished the pudding.

She put down the spoon, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes watery as if filled with starlight.

Her hair was still disheveled, draped over her shoulders, with a few stray hairs stuck to her cheek.

The shoulder strap of her sports tank top had slipped slightly again, revealing a sliver of fair shoulder.

She raised her hand to wipe the cream from the corner of her mouth, her fingertips touching her warm skin.

She quickly pulled her hand back, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling gently.

Wang Yang handed her a tissue and meticulously wiped the corner of her mouth clean.

His fingertips lightly brushed against her lips, his voice so gentle it could melt.

"Eat slowly, no one is rushing you."