156: Chapter 156 Getting Loungy Together

Ever since her divorce, she had also quit her job.

She had no income now and relied entirely on the meager savings she had accumulated before.

Living off her savings, she had to be frugal where she could and spend only when necessary; every penny had to be carefully weighed.

She hadn't eaten this kind of food, in this kind of restaurant, in this kind of private room, for a very, very long time.

Her eyes felt a little hot and her nose tingled, but the corners of her mouth were curled up, unable to be suppressed.

Wang Yang looked at her and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Shiyun shook her head, her voice soft.

"Nothing. I just think... it's so sumptuous."

Wang Yang reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him.

Luo Shiyun leaned against him without pulling away.

"If you like it, eat more."

Luo Shiyun nodded and gave a soft hum of agreement.

Wang Yang watched her, the smile on his lips deepening slightly.

His hand slid down from her waist to the backs of her knees, and with a gentle effort, he lifted her entire body up.

Luo Shiyun exclaimed, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck, her eyes wide.

"Brother Yang—"

Before she could finish, she had already been steadily placed on his lap.

Straddling his lap, face to face.

Luo Shiyun's face turned red instantly, from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears to her neck.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers slightly curled, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"You, why are you doing this again..."

Wang Yang kept one hand around her waist while his other hand rested on her thigh, gently stroking over her black stockings.

"Doing what again?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"Doing this in a restaurant again..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"What's wrong with a restaurant? This is a private room, no one can see."

Luo Shiyun was speechless.

But to be honest, she really wasn't as nervous as she had been a moment ago.

When he first picked her up onto his lap earlier, she had been as stiff as a board.

Her heart had been beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and she hadn't known where to put her hands.

Now, although she was still shy, still blushing, and still didn't dare to look at him, her body wasn't as stiff anymore.

If there's a first, there's a second.

Once the first time had passed, the second time felt more natural.

This kind of thing didn't seem so scary after all.

In fact, there was even a hint of an indescribable fondness for it.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, but the corners of her mouth were curled up, unable to be suppressed.

Wang Yang picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork—the kind with a mix of fat and lean meat, the skin translucent and trembling.

He brought the meat to her lips.

"Come on, open up."

Luo Shiyun looked up, glanced at him, then glanced at the piece of meat. Her face was flushed, and after hesitating for half a second, she obediently opened her mouth.

Wang Yang put the meat into her mouth.

She took a bite; the meat was stewed until it was tender and soft, melting in her mouth, the sauce a perfect balance of salty and sweet, rich but not greasy.

Her eyes narrowed, like a cat that had just eaten a dried fish.

"Is it good?"

Luo Shiyun nodded; with her mouth still full of meat, she couldn't speak, so she could only nod vigorously.

Wang Yang laughed and picked up a piece of mandarin fish, dipped it in the sauce on the plate, picked out the fish bones, and brought it to her lips.

"Try this too."

Luo Shiyun opened her mouth to take it; the fish was as tender as tofu, fresh and sweet, mixed with the fragrance of scallions and ginger.

Her eyes narrowed again.

"It's good."

Her voice was soft and filled with satisfaction.

Watching her like this, Wang Yang's heart turned to mush.

He picked up a salt and pepper shrimp, peeled the shell, the shrimp meat white and tender, dipped it in a bit of salt and pepper powder, and brought it to her lips.

Luo Shiyun took it and chewed twice; the shrimp was firm and bouncy, the salt and pepper savory and fragrant.

She swallowed it, looked up, and gazed at him.

"Brother Yang, don't just feed me, you should eat too."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Alright."

He picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his own mouth, chewed twice, and nodded.

"It's indeed quite good."

Luo Shiyun looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the other pair of chopsticks on the table.

She picked up a piece of mandarin fish, carefully removed the bones, then turned around and brought the fish to Wang Yang's lips.

"Brother Yang, you try this."

Her voice was very small, her face flushed, and her eyes bright.

Wang Yang looked at her, a smile slowly curling at the corners of his lips.

He opened his mouth and accepted the piece of fish.

The fish was very tender and fresh.

But what pleased him even more was the careful and earnest expression on her face as she fed him.

"Is it good?"

Luo Shiyun stared at his mouth, her eyes filled with expectation.

Wang Yang nodded.

"It's good. Since you fed it to me, it's even better."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth were curled up, unable to be suppressed.

She picked up another salt and pepper shrimp, peeled it, and brought it to Wang Yang's lips.

Wang Yang opened his mouth and accepted it.

The two of them just like that, you feed me a bite, I feed you a bite.

Wang Yang picked up a green bean and brought it to her lips.

Luo Shiyun shook her head.

"I don't eat spicy food."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Not even a little bit of spice?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

"I'll break out in pimples."

Wang Yang laughed and put the green bean into his own mouth.

"Then this one is mine."

Luo Shiyun looked at him and smiled.

She scooped a spoonful of matsutake chicken soup, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.

"Drink some soup."

Wang Yang accepted it; the soup was very fresh, and the aroma of the matsutake was rich.

He swallowed it and looked at her.

"You drink some too."

He took the spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

Luo Shiyun opened her mouth to accept it, her eyes bright.

Wang Yang's hand remained around her waist; through her thin sweater, he could feel the softness and warmth of her waist.

Her waist was very slender and soft, as if it had no bones.

His fingers gently stroked the side of her waist, one after another, slow and leisurely, like playing a slow piece of music.

Luo Shiyun's body trembled slightly from his touch.

Her face grew redder and redder, but she didn't pull away; instead, she leaned closer into his embrace.

"Brother Yang."

"Hmm?"

"Stop touching me, it tickles."

Wang Yang laughed, his hand not stopping.

"So what if it tickles? I'm touching my own woman, what's the problem?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip and was speechless.

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

Wang Yang picked up another piece of braised pork and brought it to her lips.

Luo Shiyun raised her head from his neck, glanced at him, and opened her mouth to accept it.

Wang Yang put down a piece of braised pork that he had taken a bite of; he didn't like the fatty part, and that piece had a bit too much fat.

He picked up another leaner piece and put it in his mouth.

Luo Shiyun looked down at the piece of meat he had put down; there was a small tooth mark on the fat, where he had bitten it.

She reached out, picked up her chopsticks, picked up the piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

Wang Yang was stunned.

"Sister Shiyun, that's the one I bit."

Luo Shiyun chewed twice, swallowed, looked at him, her face flushed.

"It can't go to waste."

Her voice was small, but very earnest.

Wang Yang looked at her, and a feeling he couldn't describe suddenly welled up in his heart.

She was eating the meat he had bitten, his leftovers.

She wasn't disgusted at all, as if she had just done the most ordinary thing in the world.

He reached out and pulled her closer into his embrace.

"Sister Shiyun."

"Hmm?"

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.