175: Chapter 175 Time for Ice Cream

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her voice muffled as it came from his chest.

"Mmm."

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

Wang Yang smiled and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head.

He pulled her closer into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the faint scent in her hair.

Luo Shiyun lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, each beat steady like the rhythm of a drum.

Her breathing became more and more even, her body grew softer, and she curled up in his arms like a satisfied little kitten, motionless.

Her hand rested on his waist, fingers slightly curled, the corners of her mouth upturned in a satisfied smile.

The night outside the window was thick and impenetrable, and the room grew quiet.

Only the sound of their breathing remained, intertwined like two tangled threads.

Before long, both of them fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day.

The morning sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto the floor and the bed, warm and cozy.

The light was thin and soft, like a layer of golden gauze covering the quilt and their intertwined bodies.

Wang Yang woke up first.

He opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed and full of energy.

After all the tossing and turning last night, an ordinary person would have been exhausted.

But he was fine; he woke up feeling refreshed, as if he had been recharging all night.

Of course, this was all thanks to the system.

His arm felt heavy.

Luo Shiyun was resting her head on his arm.

Her entire body was curled up in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, her breathing light and long.

Her hair was scattered across the pillow and his arm.

A few stray strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, matted into clumps by sweat.

Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and a trace of dried fluid remained at the corner of her mouth.

The quilt only covered her up to her waist, revealing her smooth shoulders and arms.

They were covered in dense, faint red marks, some deep and some light, like a path of blooming flowers.

Especially the hickey on her collarbone, after the night.

The color had turned from pink to deep red, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Wang Yang's gaze slid from her face to her neck, and from her neck to her shoulders.

It slid from her shoulders to the subtle curve of her chest.

His breathing couldn't help but hitch.

As the saying goes, the best time of the year is spring, and the best time of the day is the morning.

How could one waste such prime youth on sleeping?

His hand moved slowly up from her waist, his fingertips gently grazing her spine.

Luo Shiyun let out a soft sound in her sleep and curled closer into his arms, not waking up.

Wang Yang's hand continued upward, landing on the nape of her neck, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Sister Shiyun."

Luo Shiyun's eyelashes fluttered.

He squeezed again, a bit harder this time, and lowered his head to whisper in her ear, his voice very low.

"Still sleeping? The sun is already hitting your bottom."

Luo Shiyun opened her eyes groggily, her gaze unfocused as if behind a fog, not yet fully awake.

"Mmm, Brother Yang... what time... is it?"

Her voice was raspy and soft, carrying the languor of just waking up, like a kitten that had been disturbed.

Wang Yang's face was very close to hers, close enough that she could see the curve of his eyelashes.

The corners of his mouth were turned up in a smile, his eyes bright as he stared at her.

"Who cares what time it is? Besides, you don't have to work today anyway."

Luo Shiyun blinked, her consciousness slowly returning.

Then she felt it.

One of Wang Yang's hands was resting on her chest.

His palm was warm, pressed against that soft curve, his fingers slightly curled, gripping it with just the right amount of pressure.

His other hand was on her bottom.

His palm was pressed against the curve of her hip, his fingers moving slowly.

One by one, slowly, as if kneading dough.

Luo Shiyun's face turned bright red instantly, from her cheeks to her earlobes, and down to her neck.

"You, what are you doing? It's early in the morning, take your hand away."

Her voice was shy and urgent, and she raised her hand to push him away.

But as soon as she touched his chest, she went soft, unable to muster any strength.

Wang Yang smiled, his hands not stopping, instead kneading even more vigorously.

"Take it away? Why should I? It's only natural for me to touch my own woman."

"Who, who is your woman? Shameless."

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her voice trembling.

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow and gave her bottom a light pat.

"Not my woman? Who was holding me last night and shouting 'Brother Yang is so good'? Hmm?"

Luo Shiyun trembled all over, letting out a soft moan.

"I, I didn't. You remembered wrong."

"Remembered wrong?"

Wang Yang patted her again, this time a little harder.

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

"Then let me help you remember. That's not what you said last night."

Luo Shiyun's body trembled slightly, her hands clutching his collar, her face flushed red enough to drip blood.

"You, you're so bad. Bullying me first thing in the morning. I haven't even fully woken up yet."

Wang Yang lowered his head, pressing his nose against hers, his breath warm as it washed over her face.

"Haven't woken up? Then let me help you wake up."

He withdrew his hand from her chest, placed it on her waist, and pulled her toward him.

Luo Shiyun's body pressed against his, tight and close.

Then she felt it.

Wang Yang's brother was already awake.

Her body stiffened, and her face flushed even deeper, as if it were about to catch fire.

"You, how are you... didn't we just..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his breath spraying against her earlobe, making her shrink her neck from the tickle.

"Last night was last night, today is today. You promised me yourself last night that you would have some ice cream today. Forgot?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"No, I didn't forget. But I just woke up, I haven't even brushed my teeth."

"I don't mind."

Wang Yang patted her bottom again, using a bit more force this time.

"Go. Don't make me say it a second time."

Luo Shiyun, blushing, slowly climbed out of his arms.

Her hair was disheveled over her shoulders, and one strap of her sports tank top had slipped down, revealing a large portion of her fair shoulder.

She knelt on the bed, hands on her knees, head lowered, not daring to look at him.

"You, you close your eyes. You're not allowed to look at me."

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, hands behind his head, a smile on his lips.

"Why should I close my eyes? Is there any inch of your body I haven't seen?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her face flushed red enough to drip blood.

"You, you're unreasonable."

"What reason? Why should I reason with my own woman? Hurry up."

Luo Shiyun took a deep breath, slowly leaned over, braced her hands on the bed, and leaned forward slightly.

She lowered her head.

Wang Yang's fingers threaded into her hair, gently stroking it.

Her hair was smooth and soft, flowing through his fingers like silk.

"Good girl. This is my woman."

The corners of Luo Shiyun's mouth turned up involuntarily, and she quickly suppressed it.

She ate very earnestly.

Occasionally, she looked up at him.

In that glance, there was shyness, nervousness, and a trace of tenderness that couldn't be hidden.