74: Chapter 74 White, Soft, Tight, Moist

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away.

Only the sound of each other's heartbeats remained, thumping within their respective chests.

After wandering a bit longer, they had bought almost everything they needed.

Wang Yang pushed the cart, ready to go check out.

Passing by the beverage section, Luo Shiyun suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She walked over to the shelf, took a case of beer, and placed it into the shopping cart.

Wang Yang was taken aback.

"You drink alcohol too?"

Luo Shiyun was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"I'm in a bit of a bad mood today..."

Wang Yang looked at her.

She kept her head down, making it impossible to see her expression, but he could sense that she was indeed in a very bad mood.

He didn't ask any further.

The two of them went to check out.

The cashier scanned the items one by one and finally announced a total.

"That comes to eight hundred sixty-three yuan and fifty cents."

Luo Shiyun took out her phone and scanned the code to pay.

Wang Yang stood to the side and didn't try to rush to pay.

...

The car drove back into the residential complex.

They got out of the car, walked into the building entrance together, and took the elevator upstairs.

Luo Shiyun lived on the twenty-fifth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and they walked out, arriving at the door of 2503.

Luo Shiyun took out her keys and opened the door.

She turned back to look at Wang Yang.

"Um, I don't really have any men's slippers at home. You can wear mine for now, though they might be a little small..."

Wang Yang nodded.

"It's fine."

Luo Shiyun took two pairs of slippers out of the shoe cabinet.

One pair was pink, the other white.

She put on the pink pair herself and handed the white ones to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang took them and glanced at them.

"Why do you have two pairs?"

Luo Shiyun smiled.

"I like to switch them up."

Wang Yang nodded and changed into the slippers.

The shoes were a bit small, but he could barely fit into them.

He followed Luo Shiyun inside.

The room was very warm; the heating was on full blast.

Wang Yang looked around.

It felt different from the last time he visited.

Last time, he was here to fix something, in a rush, and didn't take a good look.

Looking at it now, the whole room felt fragrant, filled everywhere with Luo Shiyun's scent.

A faint fragrance, the same as the scent on her.

The living room was kept very clean, with several throw pillows on the sofa and a book and a water cup on the coffee table.

A few paintings hung on the wall, all of landscapes.

A few pieces of clothing were hanging on the balcony.

After looking around, Wang Yang was certain.

There wasn't a trace of anyone else living here.

She lived alone.

She had always lived alone.

Luo Shiyun placed the shopping bags at the kitchen entrance and looked back at him.

"You sit for a while; I'm going to cook."

Wang Yang said.

"How about I help you wash the vegetables?"

Luo Shiyun shook her head.

"No need, you're the guest, just sit."

Wang Yang didn't insist and walked over to sit on the sofa.

Luo Shiyun went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and started working.

Wang Yang sat on the sofa, took out his phone, and idly scrolled through it.

After scrolling for a while, his gaze drifted toward the kitchen involuntarily.

The kitchen was open-concept, and one could see directly into it from the living room.

Luo Shiyun stood in front of the counter, head down, cutting vegetables.

Looking from behind, those curves...

They were absolutely stunning.

Her waist was slender, her hips round and full, tightly hugged by her knitted dress, creating an astonishing curve.

With her movements while cutting, that curve swayed gently, dizzying to behold.

Wang Yang's throat bobbed.

He forced himself to look away and down at his phone.

But after a few seconds, he couldn't help but look over again.

Just then, Luo Shiyun bent down to get a plate from the cabinet.

That bending motion exposed those curves completely to his eyes.

Round, full, tight.

A peach-like bottom.

Wang Yang's breathing grew heavy.

A wave of heat surged in his heart, and he quickly looked away.

No, no, he couldn't be like this.

Wang Yang took a deep breath, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.

Just then, a message came from Zhao Yaqin.

[Xiaoyang, have you eaten yet?]

Wang Yang typed a reply.

[Not yet, I'm at a friend's place. How about you?]

Zhao Yaqin replied quickly.

[Just finished cooking, about to eat. Are you busy today?]

Wang Yang smiled.

[Not busy. Did you miss me?]

Zhao Yaqin sent a shy emoji.

[Mm...]

Wang Yang felt a warmth in his heart.

[I'll come see you in a couple of days.]

Zhao Yaqin sent a happy emoji.

[Okay, I'll be waiting for you.]

Wang Yang chatted a bit more with Su Xincheng.

Su Xincheng said she had arrived home, her parents were very happy and asked how she was doing out there.

She said she was doing well and didn't say anything else.

Wang Yang told her to rest well and not to forget to go to the hospital.

Su Xincheng replied with a "Got it."

Putting down the phone, Wang Yang's gaze drifted involuntarily toward the kitchen again.

Luo Shiyun was still busy; the pan was sizzling, and an appetizing aroma wafted out.

She seemed to sense something and looked back.

Their eyes met.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Luo Shiyun blushed and quickly turned back around.

Wang Yang felt a bit awkward too, gave a dry cough, and continued looking at his phone.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up.

...

Yunxi Terrace, twenty-eighth floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset was slowly sinking.

The orange-red afterglow shone through the glass into the living room, bathing the entire space in a warm hue.

Wen Yulan was curled up on the sofa, holding a book, turning the pages quietly.

She was wearing loose, off-white loungewear, her hair draped casually, making her look both gentle and languid.

Sunlight fell on her profile, outlining her soft features.

Chen Xuemiao walked out of the bedroom, phone in hand, and plopped down next to her.

She was wearing a short pink nightgown, revealing two fair, white legs.

She crossed her legs, her feet swaying back and forth.

"Sister Yulan, look at this video, it's so funny."

She held out her phone; on the screen was a cat dancing to catchy music.

Wen Yulan glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh.

"This cat is so cute."

Chen Xuemiao took back her phone, looking pleased.

"I knew you'd like it."

She leaned on Wen Yulan's shoulder and continued scrolling through her phone.

Wen Yulan didn't pull away, letting her lean there, and even reached out to tidy up her messy hair.

In the few days they had been together, their relationship had grown better and better.

Chen Xuemiao had a lively personality, loved to talk and laugh, and could always find all sorts of topics to discuss.

Wen Yulan had a gentle personality, didn't talk much, but was very good at taking care of others.

Together, one noisy and one quiet, they were unexpectedly compatible.

After scrolling through videos for a while, Chen Xuemiao suddenly sat up and gave a big stretch.

The neckline of her nightgown opened with the movement, revealing a patch of fair skin.

"Sister Yulan, I want to take a shower."

Wen Yulan nodded.

"Go ahead."

Chen Xuemiao stood up, walked a couple of steps, then turned back to look at her.

"Aren't you going to wash up?"

Wen Yulan thought for a moment.

"I'll wait a while, you go first."

Chen Xuemiao blinked.

"Let's shower together."

Wen Yulan was taken aback, her face slightly flushed.

"T... together?"

Chen Xuemiao laughed.

"I'm just kidding, I know you're shy."

She skipped toward the bathroom, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her head.

Wen Yulan shook her head with a smile and continued reading.

After a while, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.