170: Chapter 170 The World's Number One Fierce Man

Chen Xuemiao took a deep breath, stood up, walked to Wang Yang's side, and gently placed her hand on his arm.

"Th-then, let's go."

Wang Yang carried Wen Yulan, with Chen Xuemiao following beside them, and the three of them walked toward the bedroom together to rest.

Wen Yulan's legs were still wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his neck, her breath hot and ticklish against his skin.

Chen Xuemiao walked beside him, her fingers lightly hooking onto his arm.

From time to time, she would steal a glance at that tent and then quickly look away.

The bedroom door closed behind them.

… Two hours later.

The sky outside the window had already darkened, and the city lights were turning on one by one.

Through the sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, mottled light and shadows were cast onto the ceiling.

The bedroom was a mess.

The quilt was crumpled into a ball and piled at the foot of the bed, pillows were scattered everywhere, and one had even flown onto the floor.

The bedsheets were rumpled and wrinkled, covered in traces of their struggle.

Clothes were scattered everywhere.

A pink camisole loungewear hung on the lampshade of the bedside table, its thin straps dangling and swaying.

Off-white cotton trousers were thrown on the carpet.

Tangled together with a pair of light blue men's underwear, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.

A black lace bra hung on the railing at the foot of the bed, and the other piece had been tossed who knows where.

The air was filled with an ambiguous scent, a mixture of faint sweat and the fragrance of body wash.

Wang Yang lay in the center of the bed, one hand behind his head.

His other hand was spread out, embracing one on the left and holding the other on the right.

Wen Yulan leaned against his left side, her whole body curled up in the quilt, with only her face exposed.

Her face was flushed, fine beads of sweat oozing on her forehead, and a few strands of hair were dampened by sweat, sticking to her cheeks.

Her eyes were half-open and half-closed, her gaze unfocused, as if separated by a layer of fog.

Her lips were slightly parted, a bit red and swollen, and her breathing hadn't fully calmed down.

Although she was tired, she was older after all, had more experience, and had a good physical foundation, so she had recovered quite a bit.

At least she could still keep her eyes open, talk, and move.

Chen Xuemiao had it worse.

She was lying on Wang Yang's right, her face buried in the pillow, her hair scattered across the pillow like a puddle of melted ice cream.

Only a corner of the quilt covered her body, revealing her smooth back and shoulders, which were densely covered in hickeys.

Deep and shallow, like flowers blooming all the way.

There were also a few faint fingerprints on her waist, which he had pinched earlier.

She didn't even have the strength to lift her hand; her fingers were gripping the corner of the pillow, her knuckles turning white.

But she let go after a while, because she really had no strength left.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing light and slow, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

Wang Yang had specifically rewarded her with a few extra rounds earlier, and the result was her current state, unable to even lift her eyelids.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in Wang Yang's mind.

[Ding! Detected intimate interaction between host and partners Wen Yulan and Chen Xuemiao, triggering a critical hit!]

[Critical hit count: 6 times!]

[Total obtained: 10,000,000 yuan! The funds have been transferred to the host's bank card and can be withdrawn for use at any time!]

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth slowly curled up.

Six critical hits, ten million.

Not bad.

He lowered his head, looked at Wen Yulan on the left and Chen Xuemiao on the right, his hands gently roaming over their bodies.

His palm pressed against Wen Yulan's waist, his fingertips grazing her delicate skin, feeling her slight shivers.

His fingers slid to Chen Xuemiao's back, stroking down her spine, one vertebra at a time, as if petting a cat that was exhausted.

"How is it? Are you still okay?"

Wen Yulan opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Xiao Yang, you're too much. My old bones are about to fall apart."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Old bones? Where are you old?"

His hand gave her waist a gentle squeeze.

Wen Yulan trembled all over, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Don't, don't squeeze. It tickles."

Chen Xuemiao lifted half of her face from the pillow, revealing one eye, and looked at Wang Yang pitifully.

"Brother Yang, are you trying to kill me? I don't even have the strength to go to the bathroom now."

Her voice was raspy, with a hint of a sob, soft and sweet.

Wang Yang laughed and lightly patted her butt.

"Wasn't it you who wanted it just now? Who kept saying 'Brother Yang, come again' and 'Brother Yang, you're amazing'?"

Chen Xuemiao buried her face back into the pillow, her ears burning red.

"I didn't. You heard wrong."

Wen Yulan chuckled softly from the side.

"I heard it. You said it very loudly."

Chen Xuemiao lifted her head from the pillow and glared at Wen Yulan.

"Sister Yulan! Why are you speaking for him!"

Wen Yulan pursed her lips and smiled, not responding.

Wang Yang's hands continued to roam over their bodies.

Sliding from Wen Yulan's waist to her lower abdomen, and from Chen Xuemiao's spine to her hips.

Both of their bodies tensed up simultaneously.

Wen Yulan held down his hand, her voice filled with a plea for mercy.

"Xiao Yang, I really can't anymore. Let us rest for a while."

Chen Xuemiao also nodded desperately.

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Yang, you are the best, you are the world's number one stud. We really can't do it anymore, I beg you."

Wang Yang's hand didn't stop, his fingertips gently drawing circles on Wen Yulan's lower abdomen.

"Weren't you quite capable just now? Why can't you do it now?"

Wen Yulan's breathing grew heavy again, her hand gripping his wrist, wanting to push him away but unable to bring herself to use force.

"Just now, just now was just now. Now is now. Brother Yang, you are the best, we all know that. Just spare us."

Chen Xuemiao chimed in from the side.

"Yeah, Brother Yang, we were wrong, we shouldn't have provoked you. You are the most awesome, we surrender, we are completely convinced."

Just then, Wang Yang moved his waist.

Under the quilt, that large mushroom he carried with him was * coming to life.

Wen Yulan's hand happened to be resting on his lower abdomen, and her fingertips touched something magical.

Her whole body felt like it had been electrocuted; her hand recoiled instantly, and her face turned red enough to drip blood.

"Xiao Yang, you, how are you... again."

Chen Xuemiao also felt it, because her leg was resting on Wang Yang's leg, and her knee touched that magical thing.

Her expression changed instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and she shrank toward the edge of the bed.

"Brother Yang! No! Really can't!"

Her voice went out of tune.

Wen Yulan also retreated, the quilt being pulled back and forth as the two of them huddled together.

"Xiao Yang, let us rest. If you keep going, it will really be the death of us."

Chen Xuemiao grabbed Wen Yulan's arm, the two of them looking like frightened quails, huddled in the corner of the bed, watching Wang Yang vigilantly.

"Brother Yang, look at Sister Yulan, she can't take it anymore. I can't either. The two of us combined can't beat you. You're too strong, we surrender, we admit defeat."

Wang Yang looked at them like this and chuckled.

"Look at how spineless you are."

Wen Yulan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him cautiously.