149: Chapter 149 Poetry, Give Me a Child

The voice was hoarse, carrying the laziness of just waking up.

Luo Shiyun's face turned so red it felt like it was burning; she buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"I, I wasn't looking at you."

Wang Yang laughed and pinched her waist again.

"Not looking? Then how did you know I was looking at you?"

Luo Shiyun couldn't speak, her ears burning red like two stained petals.

Wang Yang's hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips touching her ribs and gently tracing circles.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Luo Shiyun shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

Wang Yang was amused by her, his hand not stopping.

"Was it good or not?"

Luo Shiyun lifted her head from the pillow, glanced at him, and quickly lowered it again.

"Good..."

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Wang Yang laughed, his hand sliding from her ribs to her back, stroking gently.

"That's good."

Luo Shiyun lay in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Beat by beat, steady like the rhythm of a drum.

Her hand rested on his waist, fingers gently drawing circles, one after another, slow and leisurely.

Wang Yang's hand slid from her back to her waist, then from her waist to the next part, touching it gently.

Luo Shiyun's whole body gave a slight twitch, a soft groan escaping her lips.

"Brother Yang, you, early in the morning..."

Wang Yang lowered his head, looking at her.

"What about early in the morning?"

His hand didn't stop, gently rubbing her body through the thin quilt, feeling the softness and warmth.

Luo Shiyun's breathing couldn't help but deepen; she clutched his shirt corner, her knuckles turning white.

"You, don't..."

Wang Yang laughed, his other hand lifting her chin to make her look at him.

"Don't what?"

Luo Shiyun's face turned so red it seemed to be burning; her eyes were watery, her lips slightly parted, her breathing light and rapid.

"Stop touching me. I can't take it..."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Can't take it? Where can't you take it?"

Luo Shiyun buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at him.

"You, you're so bad. If you do this again, I won't talk to you."

Wang Yang laughed, the sound coming from his chest, making her face feel ticklish.

His fingers moved away from her buttocks, landing on her legs, stroking gently.

Her legs were smooth and straight, her skin firm and tight, possessing a woman's unique elasticity.

His fingertips slid from the outside of her thigh to the inside.

Luo Shiyun's body stiffened involuntarily, followed by a suppressed soft sound.

"Brother Yang, don't..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

Luo Shiyun's body gave a slight twitch, a soft groan escaping her lips.

Her hands reached into his hair, her nails gently scratching his scalp.

Wang Yang's lips slid from her collarbone to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her neck, and back from her neck to her collarbone.

"Sister Shiyun, you are so sensitive."

Luo Shiyun buried her face in his neck, not daring to look at him, her ears burning red.

"You, you're not allowed to talk to me like that..."

Wang Yang's hand gently stroked her thigh.

The movements were slow and light, as if stroking a precious piece of porcelain.

"Sister Shiyun, you have a really great figure."

Luo Shiyun's voice was muffled as it came from his neck.

"What's so great about it."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Everything is great. Thin waist, long legs, smooth skin, and also..."

His hand moved away from her thigh, landed in front of her, and then pressed gently.

"This is great too."

Luo Shiyun's whole body stirred, a soft sound escaping her lips.

Her whole body felt as if all strength had been drained away, going limp in his arms.

"Brother Yang, you... stop talking."

Wang Yang laughed, his hand moving away from her chest and wrapping around her waist.

"Sister Shiyun, bear me a child."

Luo Shiyun was stunned.

She lifted her head and looked at him.

His eyes were bright, his lips curled in a smile, but his expression was very serious, not joking.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A child.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it.

Married once, for five years, but there had been no movement in her belly.

Her ex-husband called her a hen that couldn't lay eggs, and her mother-in-law also despised her.

She thought she would never have children in this life.

But he said, bear him a child.

Her eye sockets turned red.

"Brother Yang, you... are you sure you're serious?"

Wang Yang looked at her, reaching out to gently wipe away the tears that hadn't yet fallen from the corner of her eye.

"Of course I'm serious."

Luo Shiyun's tears fell, drop by drop, landing on his fingers.

"I, I'm afraid..."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Afraid of what?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her voice trembling.

"I'm afraid I can't... I was married once before. Five years and I never conceived..."

Wang Yang reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"That was his problem. Not yours."

Luo Shiyun buried her face in his chest, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Wang Yang's hand patted her back gently.

"Sister Shiyun, are you willing to bear me a child?"

Luo Shiyun lifted her head from his arms and looked at him.

His eyes were bright, his lips curled in a smile, a smile so warm, like the sun in winter.

She nodded.

"I'm willing."

Wang Yang laughed and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

It wasn't a light touch, but a real kiss, carrying warmth, power, and an irresistible dominance.

Luo Shiyun closed her eyes, her arms around his neck, responding to him.

Her hands explored his back, her nails gently scratching his skin.

Wang Yang's hand slid from her back to her waist, from her waist to her thigh, and from her thigh to another place.

Luo Shiyun's breathing grew heavier, her body softer and softer, like a pool of melting water.

Wang Yang turned over and pressed her beneath him.

Luo Shiyun lay on the bed, her hair spread out across the pillow.

Sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her face, on her fair skin.

Her face was so red it seemed to be burning, her eyes watery, her lips slightly swollen.

Her whole person radiated an irresistible temptation.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Sister Shiyun, you are so beautiful."

Luo Shiyun buried her face in the pillow, not daring to look at him, her voice muffled.

"Brother Yang, be a little gentler..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"I'll try."

Luo Shiyun lifted her head from the pillow and glared at him.

"You say that every time."

Wang Yang lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter, shining on the bed, shining on both of them.

In the room, the temperature was rising.

Luo Shiyun's voice came from the pillow, soft and sweet, like smoke scattered by the wind.

"Brother Yang, can you not be so eager..."

Wang Yang didn't speak, just kept moving.

Luo Shiyun's fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles turning white, soft whispers escaping her lips.

"Brother Yang, you, you're still so bad, you haven't changed at all."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Didn't you know that long ago?"

Luo Shiyun couldn't speak, buried her face in the pillow, her ears burning red.