174: Chapter 174 I Must Eat Ice Cream Tomorrow

Wang Yang watched her, and the dark desire in his eyes ignited like a fire, burning even brighter in an instant.

He reached out, his thumb gently brushing across the corner of her mouth, wiping away a trace of white cream.

He brought his thumb to her lips.

Luo Shiyun opened her mouth and licked the trace of cream clean.

Wang Yang's breathing grew heavy.

"Sister Shiyun."

Luo Shiyun raised her head and looked at him, her eyes hazy.

"Hmm?"

Wang Yang reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Are you full?"

Luo Shiyun leaned against his chest, her face flushed red, as if it were bleeding.

"I—I'm full."

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"You're full. Now it's my turn."

Luo Shiyun trembled all over, clutching his collar.

"Brother Yang, p—please be gentle."

Wang Yang didn't speak; he held her, laid her down on the bed, and leaned over her.

Luo Shiyun lay on the bed, her hair spread out across the pillow, her face flushed as if it were on fire, her eyes glistening.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss was deep and forceful, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Luo Shiyun closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded to him.

The bedside lamp cast a warm, yellow light over their intertwined bodies.

The night outside grew deeper, and the city lights began to flicker on one by one.

...

Three hours later.

The night outside was as thick as ink, and the city lights were going out one by one.

Only the dark red aviation warning lights on the tops of a few high-rise buildings in the distance remained lit.

They blinked on and off, like the eyes of someone suffering from insomnia.

The movement in the bedroom finally subsided.

The bed was a mess.

The quilt was bunched up in the corner, the sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition, and the pillows were scattered everywhere.

One had fallen to the floor, and another was wedged into the gap between the headboard and the wall.

A sports bra was tossed on the nightstand, and the Yoga pants were draped over the back of a chair.

Several other garments were scattered on the floor, indistinguishable from one another.

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

Luo Shiyun lay on the bed, feeling as if she had been taken apart and put back together again.

Her hair was damp and spread messily across the pillow.

Strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks and neck by sweat, clumped together as if she had just been pulled from the water.

Her face was flushed, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her gaze unfocused as if looking through a thick mist.

Tiny teardrops hung from her eyelashes, though it was unclear if they were from crying earlier or something else.

Her lips were slightly swollen and red, with a shallow cut on her lower lip caused by repeated kissing.

There were marks all over her body.

Dense and varied in depth, they looked like a trail of blooming flowers.

There were also a few faint finger marks on her waist where she had been pinched.

Even her inner thighs had red marks.

She didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Her breathing was light and slow, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She lay on the bed like a puddle of melted water, unable to even turn over.

Wang Yang lay beside her, one hand behind his head, the other resting on her back, gently patting her.

There were also a few faint scratch marks on his back and shoulders, left by her in the heat of passion.

Other than that, he was full of energy and vigor, as if those three hours had just been a warm-up.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Intimate interaction between host and partner Luo Shiyun detected. Critical hit triggered!]

[Critical hit count: 6 times!]

[Total received: 8,000,000 yuan! The funds have been transferred to the host's bank card and can be withdrawn at any time!]

Wang Yang's lips curled up, but he felt no great waves of emotion in his heart.

Eight million, not bad.

Compared to money, he enjoyed the warm, soft body in his arms more.

He lowered his head and looked at Luo Shiyun.

She was lying with her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing gradually steadying as if she were about to fall asleep.

Wang Yang's hand slid from her back to her waist, his fingertips gently pinching the soft flesh at her side.

Luo Shiyun trembled all over, let out a soft groan, opened her eyes to look at him, and looked at him with full resentment.

"Brother Yang, just let me die."

Her voice was raspy, tinged with a crying tone, soft and sweet, lacking any lethality.

Wang Yang laughed and pinched her waist again.

"What 'die'? Why are you saying such depressing things?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, her eyes red.

"I really can't go on. Look at me, my legs are shaking."

She tried to move her legs, and the muscles on her inner thighs were indeed trembling slightly.

Like a small animal that had just finished a marathon.

Wang Yang glanced at them, the smile on his lips deepening.

"Let them shake. Keep shaking, and they'll stop shaking eventually."

Luo Shiyun buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"You—you're being unreasonable."

Wang Yang's hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips tracing her spine.

Her back was smooth, covered in fine beads of sweat, and his fingers felt like they were gliding over silk.

"Reason? What reason is there to talk about with my own woman?"

Luo Shiyun's body trembled slightly, and she shrunk her neck.

"It's ticklish, stop touching me."

Wang Yang didn't stop; his hand continued to stroke her back gently.

"I'm going to touch you. What about it?"

Luo Shiyun couldn't speak; she could only let his hand roam over her body, her face flushing crimson.

Wang Yang's fingers drew circles on her back, one after another, slow and leisurely.

Luo Shiyun's breathing grew heavy again, and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound.

Wang Yang watched her, smiled, withdrew his hand, and pulled her closer into his arms.

Luo Shiyun leaned against his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, her leg inadvertently brushed against something.

Luo Shiyun's body stiffened.

She instinctively looked down and discovered that Wang Yang had made ice cream again.

Her face turned bright red instantly.

"Brother Yang, you—didn't you say..."

Wang Yang looked down, his expression innocent.

"Don't blame me. My ice cream is mass-produced automatically; who told you to eat too slowly?"

Luo Shiyun looked at him, her eyes red and pitiful, like a kitten with rain-soaked fur.

"I really can't. If you come again, I'll really fall apart. Please, spare me, I'm begging you."

Her voice was as soft as water, filled with coquettishness, pleas for mercy, and a hint of a crying tone.

Wang Yang watched her, feeling both softened and stirred.

He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, his hand gently patting her back.

"Alright, alright, I won't eat it. Look how scared you are."

Luo Shiyun leaned against his chest, let out a sigh of relief, and went limp.

"Really?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"Really. No more tonight."

He paused, a wicked smile curling his lips.

"However, ice cream shouldn't be wasted. If you don't eat it, let it melt. But you must eat it tomorrow."

Luo Shiyun's face turned bright red instantly, and she buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at him.

"You—you're bad."

Wang Yang's hand patted her back gently.

"Bad? What's bad about it? I'm telling the truth. I'm letting you off today, but tomorrow won't be so easy."