213: Chapter 213 Possessing Bai Yuyan

"Besides, we really did have an agreement before to marry the same man. Although we were just joking around back then, I was serious. I don't want to be separated from Yuyan. I want her to be as happy as I am."

Wang Yang looked down at her; her eyes were bright and very serious, not joking at all.

Just then, Bai Yuyan, who was on the bed, turned over.

She was lying on her side, facing the two of them, her lips slightly parted, murmuring something unintelligibly.

Her hand fumbled aimlessly at her side, grabbing the sash of Wang Yang's bathrobe.

She tugged it towards herself, the force very light.

Qin Xiaoran took a look and added fuel to the fire.

"Look, she's looking for you even in her dreams. Even drunk like this, she's still leaning towards you. Isn't that obvious enough?"

Wang Yang stood by the bed, looking down at Bai Yuyan.

The hand clutching his sash was very soft, the fingertips slightly flushed.

Wang Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, most of the restraint in his eyes had shattered.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and his lips landed gently on Bai Yuyan's.

Her lips were soft and hot, carrying the sweetness of plum wine.

Bai Yuyan let out a hum in her drunken dream, her body instinctively leaning forward a little.

Her hand slid from the sash to his waist, resting there unconsciously.

Wang Yang raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead.

What happened that night was like a fine, dense rain in spring, arriving quietly and naturally.

Bai Yuyan felt as if she were having a very, very long dream.

In the dream, someone was holding her, very warm and steady, like leaning against a fireplace.

Qin Xiaoran did not leave.

She curled up on the other side of the bed, her back against the headboard, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest, her face red as if it were burning up.

Her eyes peeked out from the edge of the pillow, staring unblinkingly at the gentle yet fiery embrace beside her.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, her breathing light and rapid, her fingers gripping the corner of the pillow until her knuckles turned white.

She wanted to watch, but she was shy.

She wanted to hide, but couldn't bear to look away.

She looked just like a little kitten hiding behind a door crack, peeking in.

...

Over an hour later.

The sky outside the window had already darkened.

The last glimmer of the setting sun sank behind the city's high-rises, leaving only a streak of dark purple light on the horizon.

Outside the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights began to turn on one by one, like scattered bits of gold on a black chessboard.

The room was very quiet.

The bed was a mess; the quilt was crumpled into a ball at the foot of the bed, the sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition, and the pillows were scattered here and there.

The air still held the faint scent of wine and body wash, mixed with a lingering, subtle atmosphere of intimacy.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, one hand behind his head, the other arm around Bai Yuyan.

She was curled up entirely inside the quilt, only half her face visible, her hair spread messily across the pillow, a few stray strands stuck to her forehead by sweat.

Her eyelashes were quietly lowered, her breathing light and long; she was sound asleep.

A trace of tear stains still remained at the corners of her eyes, shed when it hurt earlier.

Her lips were slightly swollen, with a shallow cut on her lower lip, worn down from repeated kissing.

The quilt covered her chest, hiding the dense marks on her body.

Her body was still instinctively curling into his embrace, like a kitten that had found its nest, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Wang Yang looked down at her, his fingertips gently brushing the stray hairs on her forehead and tucking them behind her ear.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, carrying a satisfied smile.

To be honest, Bai Yuyan really surprised him a little.

Although it was her first time, her body's flexibility and instinctive reactions were unexpectedly good, completely on par with Luo Shiyun who practiced Yoga.

It was just that, after all, this was her first time.

He didn't dare to go on for too long, finishing after twice, for fear she couldn't take it.

Just then, a mechanical voice rang in his mind.

"Ding! Detected intimate interaction between host and partner Bai Yuyan, triggering a critical hit!"

"Critical hit count: 2 times!"

"Total gained: 6 million yuan! The funds have been transferred to the host's bank card and can be withdrawn for use at any time!"

Wang Yang's mouth curled up.

Six million, plus the over one hundred million he had saved before, his cash flow was getting thicker and thicker.

There was no notification of a successful pregnancy.

Pregnancy isn't something you can hit on the first try every time.

The time with Ye Xueying was purely good luck, and Zhao Yaqin was also a benefit given by the system in the early stages.

Which of the ones after that didn't take several tries to conceive?

No rush, anyway, he had plenty of time and energy.

And to be honest, Wang Yang wasn't as anxious about pregnancy as he was at the beginning.

At first, it was for the money, for the prenatal care fees, for the critical hit rewards.

Now that he had over one hundred million lying in his account, money was no longer the most urgent thing for him.

He enjoyed the process more, the way every woman blossomed by his side.

"Brother Yang."

A voice came from the other side of the bed, soft, with a hint of laziness and irrepressible amusement.

Qin Xiaoran was still curled up on the other side of the bed, her back against the headboard, holding that pillow in her arms.

Her face was still red, her eyes bright, like two freshly washed stars.

For the past hour or so, she had been sitting on the other side of the bed, watching from beginning to end.

Every sound from Yuyan, every movement of Wang Yang, she had seen it all.

Now that it was over, she actually felt a bit embarrassed.

"You're not asleep yet? I thought you had fallen asleep."

Qin Xiaoran shook her head, put the pillow aside, and moved over on tiptoe.

She lay down beside Bai Yuyan, looked down at her sleeping best friend, and reached out to gently poke her cheek with her finger.

Bai Yuyan didn't react, just wrinkled her nose, mumbled something unintelligibly, and fell back into a deep sleep.

"Brother Yang, was it good?"

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I'm asking you, was it good? Was Yuyan good?"

Wang Yang looked at her, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

"Why are you asking that? Didn't you see it yourself?"

Qin Xiaoran's face turned red again, and she reached out to pinch his arm lightly.

"Seeing it is one thing, hearing you say it is another. Hurry up and tell me, was it good?"

"It was good. Your best friend is quite good."

Qin Xiaoran smiled with satisfaction, her fingers sliding from Bai Yuyan's cheek to her shoulder, gently touching that patch of fair skin.

On it was a shallow hickey, left by him just a moment ago.

"That's more like it. Brother Yang, you got a bargain. Yuyan is the prettiest girl in our group; the people chasing her since childhood could line up to the end of the street. And yet, you took her down with one meal of alcohol."

Wang Yang reached out and lightly flicked the tip of her nose.

"One meal of alcohol? Who was it that got her drunk? Who kept pouring her drinks? Who told me not to worry about it, saying the designated driver was already called?"

Qin Xiaoran chuckled and buried her face in the pillow.

"I did it for your own good, didn't I? Look, everyone is happy now. You're happy, Yuyan is happy, and I'm happy. A triple win."