222: Chapter 222 A Cat Lying on My Butt

Wang Yang walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to sink slightly.

Luo Shiyun did not wake up; she merely wrinkled her nose, mumbled something indistinctly, and buried her face deeper into the pillow.

Wang Yang reached out and gently placed his palm on her butt.

It was separated only by the thin silk fabric.

That area was soft, warm, and supple; once his hand was placed there, he didn't want to move it away.

Luo Shiyun was dreaming.

In her dream, she was sitting in the courtyard of her old home soaking up the sun, with a cat lying on her butt; it was warm and incredibly comfortable.

But that cat kept rubbing against her, and no matter how she tried to shoo it away, it wouldn't leave.

As it kept rubbing, she started to feel that something wasn't right.

There were no cats in her dream.

She opened her eyes in a daze, seeing a blur of lotus-root pink—it was her own pillow.

Then, her consciousness slowly returned—something was pressing on her butt, warm and with a sense of weight.

She turned her head abruptly.

Wang Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her butt, a familiar smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"Ah—"

She let out a shriek, sprang up, and scrambled to pull the quilt over herself.

Her face flushed red instantly, and in her panic, one of her nightgown straps slipped, revealing a large portion of her fair shoulder.

"You—how did you get in! When did you arrive—why didn't you knock—"

Her voice was both shy and urgent, tinged with the huskiness of just waking up.

Wang Yang looked at her with an innocent expression.

"I have a key. Why would I knock? Your sleeping posture is quite bold; you aren't even covering yourself with the quilt. Aren't you cold?"

Luo Shiyun looked down at herself; her nightgown had rolled up to her waist, and her legs were bare.

She hurriedly reached out to pull down the hem of her dress, glaring at him as she did so.

"You, where was your hand just now! Did you—did you touch my butt! Taking advantage of me while I was sleeping!"

"What do you mean by taking advantage? I'm touching my own woman; it's only natural. Besides, with that posture, who wouldn't want to touch it? I only touched it once; I was already being very restrained."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder, and she reached out to pinch his arm hard.

"You, you rogue! Coming over early in the morning just to be a rogue! When did you get here? Why didn't you wake me up—you scared me just now, I thought a thief had broken into the house—"

Wang Yang smiled and grabbed her hand, holding it in his palm.

"I just got here. Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you. What were you dreaming about? You kept mumbling something, it sounded like 'don't move'."

Luo Shiyun froze for a moment, then her face turned red again.

"I dreamt of… I dreamt of my old cat. It kept rubbing against me, and no matter how I tried to shoo it away, it wouldn't leave. So it was you."

Wang Yang laughed aloud.

"A cat? Then this cat of yours is a bit bigger than the one you had."

Luo Shiyun grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Wang Yang caught the pillow, placed it on his lap, and rested his hand back on her butt, giving it a light squeeze.

The silk fabric slid against his fingertips, and he could clearly feel the suppleness and warmth of the skin beneath.

Luo Shiyun shuddered, and a soft hum escaped her lips.

"Little lazy pig, not getting up yet? Aren't we going back today? Did you forget that I came to pick you up today?"

Luo Shiyun glanced out the window; it was already bright, and sunlight was squeezing through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden band of light on the floor.

She rubbed her eyes and let out a small yawn.

"I didn't forget. It's just that I was packing until very late last night, so I slept a bit soundly. The alarm hasn't gone off yet."

"Are you all packed?"

"Mm, the clothes are all folded and put in the suitcase, only the skincare products are still out. I'll just pack them in a moment. The luggage isn't urgent, you're driving anyway, it'll only take a few minutes."

Wang Yang nodded, squeezed her butt again, and then pulled his hand back.

"That's fine. Go wash up quickly. I'll take you out for breakfast in a bit, and we'll head out right after. It's a several-hour drive, don't leave on an empty stomach."

Luo Shiyun obediently said "Mm," climbed out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked a few steps toward the bathroom.

She stopped at the bathroom door, turned back, and glared at him.

"You are not allowed to peek. And you are not allowed to suddenly come in while I'm brushing my teeth."

"Fine, I won't peek. If I want to look, I'll look openly."

Luo Shiyun's face turned red again, and she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, listening to the sound of water and the humming of the electric toothbrush from the bathroom, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The weather was nice today, perfect for going home.

...

About ten minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Luo Shiyun walked out wearing a new outfit; on her upper body, she wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater.

It was a slim-fit style, clinging tightly to her body, outlining everything perfectly.

The collar covered most of her neck, but it couldn't cover the few hickey marks Wang Yang had left last night.

Below was a dark gray wool miniskirt, the hem ending above her knees, revealing a section of her calves wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

The stockings were thin and sheer, casting a faint luster in the morning light.

On her feet were brown ankle boots, and she wore a camel-colored long wool coat over everything.

The belt was tied loosely.

Her hair had just been blown dry, draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

She had light makeup on, and her lips were coated with a thin layer of lip glaze, looking glossy.

She looked both gentle and energetic, with a winter vibe, and was so beautiful that one couldn't look away.

She stood at the bedroom door, her fingers brushing lightly against the bag strap.

"Does it look good? Am I wearing too little? Is it cold outside?"

Wang Yang stood up from the bed, his gaze sweeping from her face all the way down.

The slender waist wrapped in the cream-colored sweater.

The straight calves wrapped in flesh-colored stockings beneath the dark gray miniskirt, and the slender ankles in the brown ankle boots.

He swallowed his saliva.

"It looks good. Especially good. Even if it's cold outside, I'll keep you warm."

Luo Shiyun's face turned red instantly, and she reached out to fan the air near her cheeks.

"Who needs you to keep me warm? I have a coat myself."

"A coat is no match for a person's warmth. Let's go, have you got everything?"

"Mm, the suitcase is in the entryway. That small cosmetic bag is also packed."

Wang Yang walked over, picked up her suitcase from the entryway with one hand, and took her hand with the other.

Her fingers curled slightly in his palm, and her palms were a bit sweaty.

He looked at her face and added, "It really looks good."

"You, stop talking. Let's go. Didn't you say we were going for breakfast? I'm hungry."

Wang Yang smiled and opened the door, holding her hand as they walked out.

Luo Shiyun followed him with her head lowered, the corners of her mouth curled up, feeling as sweet inside as if she had just had a cup of hot cocoa.

The embarrassment of being pinned on the bed and having her butt touched early in the morning had long since been coaxed away by those two "looks good" comments.

...

The two left the residential complex and turned to the breakfast shop at the corner of the street.

The shop wasn't big, with steamers set up at the entrance; it was steaming hot, and the fragrance of the buns wafted down half the street.

The owner was a man in his fifties, wearing a white apron, and he smiled when he saw Wang Yang.

"Little Wang! You haven't come in a long time! Brought your girlfriend today?"