102: Chapter 102 Ambiguity Takes Flight

The emotion that Luo Shiyun had hidden in her heart for a long time suddenly surged up, impossible to suppress.

After the divorce, she had carried everything on her own.

Moving house, changing jobs, hiding from her ex-husband, dealing with her parents' constant questioning.

She thought she had gotten used to it, thought she didn't need anyone.

But when he said, "I'll be here for you from now on," her nose suddenly stung.

Luo Shiyun picked up her beer and took a large gulp.

"Drink slowly."

Wang Yang reached out to stop her, but she had already swallowed it and took another gulp.

Her face grew redder, and her eyes turned red too, whether from the alcohol or something else, she didn't know.

Wang Yang looked at her without speaking.

Luo Shiyun put down the can, let out a small burp, and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm fine."

Wang Yang also smiled.

"It's good that you're fine."

He picked up his beer and clinked it against hers.

"Come on, drink."

The two drank one sip after another; as they drank, Luo Shiyun's face grew redder and redder.

As the alcohol hit, her gaze began to unfocus, and her speech started to slur.

She leaned against the back of her chair, tilted her head to look at Wang Yang, and smiled foolishly.

"Wang Yang."

"Hmm?"

"Tell me, why didn't I meet you sooner?"

Wang Yang paused for a moment. Luo Shiyun continued, her voice growing quieter.

"If I had met you earlier, would I not have had to suffer all those hardships?"

Wang Yang looked at her, at her flushed face, her watery eyes, and her slightly parted lips.

The alcohol made her whole body go soft, like a flower drenched by rain, delicate and alluring.

His throat bobbed.

"It's not too late to meet now."

Luo Shiyun paused, then smiled, a smile that was especially beautiful.

"That's true, not too late..."

She picked up the beer and took another gulp.

Wang Yang looked at her lips, stained with beer, glistening, red, and full.

He looked away, picked up his own beer, and took a large gulp.

The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the fire in his heart.

The night outside grew thicker, and the city lights turned on one by one.

In the living room, the two sat across the dining table, drinking their own beer, neither speaking.

But in the air, something was quietly fermenting.

Wang Yang looked at Luo Shiyun opposite him.

Looking at her flushed face, her watery eyes, and her slightly parted lips.

The alcohol made her whole body go soft, like a flower drenched by rain, delicate and alluring.

His throat bobbed, and the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He stood up, walked around the dining table, went to her side, and sat down next to her.

Luo Shiyun tilted her head to look at him and smiled foolishly.

"Why did you come over?"

Wang Yang looked at her without speaking.

He raised his hand and gently brushed her cheek, his fingertips touching her burning skin.

Luo Shiyun paused, didn't pull away, and just looked at him, her eyes bright, as if filled with water.

"Sister Shiyun."

"Hmm?"

Wang Yang's voice was very low and deep, as if it were rolling out from his chest.

"I like you."

Luo Shiyun froze.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't get a single word out.

Wang Yang continued.

"I've liked you since the first time I saw you. Seeing you live alone, carry everything on your own, and get bullied by that bastard, it hurts my heart. I don't want you to suffer anymore."

His hand slid from her cheek to her chin, gently lifting her face.

"From now on, let me be your man, okay? You have me behind you, and I won't let you suffer even a shred of injustice."

Luo Shiyun's tears fell.

Not out of sadness, but out of being moved.

It was the kind of being moved one feels after carrying everything alone for years and suddenly having someone tell you, "I'll be here for you from now on."

She looked into his eyes; there was no pity or sympathy in those eyes, only sincerity and heartache.

"Wang Yang..."

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling.

"I'm divorced, and I'm older than you..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"So what?"

Luo Shiyun's tears flowed even more fiercely.

She bit her lip and nodded.

Wang Yang reached out and pulled her over.

Luo Shiyun took the opportunity to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The chair tilted back slightly, pressed against the edge of the table, and stabilized.

She looked down at him, tears still hanging on her face, but her lips were curling up.

Wang Yang looked at her.

She was sitting on him, her Yoga outfit clinging to her body, her curves rising and falling, her breathing rapid.

Her face was red, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly parted.

Her whole person radiated an irresistible temptation.

"Sister Shiyun, you are so beautiful."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and kissed his lips.

It wasn't a light touch, but a real kiss.

Carrying the scent of alcohol, the salty taste of tears, and all the grievances and suppression accumulated over these years.

Wang Yang responded to her, his hand wrapping around her waist.

Through the thin Yoga outfit, he could feel the temperature of her skin.

Her waist was very thin and soft, as if she had no bones.

His fingers gently caressed, feeling that warmth.

Luo Shiyun kissed very hard and actively, as if she wanted to melt all her emotions into this kiss.

Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers running through his hair.

Her body pressed against him, her chest pushing against him, incredibly soft.

Wang Yang's hand moved up from her waist, landing on her back.

Her Yoga outfit had been soaked through with sweat, clinging thinly to her body.

He could feel the curve of her spine, segment by segment, like jade beads.

His fingers slid down that curve, landing in the dimples of her lower back, and pressed gently.

Luo Shiyun shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Both were panting heavily, foreheads touching.

Luo Shiyun leaned on his shoulder, her chest heaving violently, her face so red it felt like it was burning.

"Wang Yang..."

Her voice was soft as water.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Hmm?"

Luo Shiyun raised her head and looked at him.

"What you just said... is it true?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Which part?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

"You said, the part about being your woman from now on."

Wang Yang reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Of course it's true."

Luo Shiyun's eyes turned red again, but this time she didn't cry.

She leaned in and pecked his lips lightly.

"Then from now on, I'm yours."

The fire in Wang Yang's heart burned completely.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

This time, there was no more restraint.

Luo Shiyun responded to him, her hands fumbling on his back, her nails gently scratching his skin.

Wang Yang's hand slid down from her back.

It landed on her waist, reaching into the edge of her Yoga outfit, touching the skin on her side.

Smooth, hot, and trembling slightly.

Luo Shiyun stiffened, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Wang Yang..."

Wang Yang didn't stop, his fingers gently caressing her side, feeling that delicate skin.

Luo Shiyun's breathing grew heavier, and her body trembled slightly.

Her hands gripped his clothes, her knuckles turning white.

Wang Yang's lips moved away from hers and landed by her ear.

"Sister Shiyun."

Luo Shiyun shuddered.

"Hmm?"

Wang Yang's voice was as low as a murmur.

"You're so sensitive."