201: Chapter 201 Hit on the First Attempt!

The belt of her bathrobe had loosened, hanging loosely around her waist and revealing a glimpse of black lace underneath.

Her hair was spread messily across the pillow, her face flushed as if it were about to burn up, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes watery.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

His gaze slid from her watery eyes to her swollen lips, then down to her open collar.

Finally, it slid to that hint of black lace.

The black lace lingerie wrapped around that expanse of snow-white skin, shimmering with a delicate luster under the dim yellow light filtering in from the bathroom.

The curve of her chest was just right—neither too big nor too small—made even fairer by the contrast of the lace.

That cleavage was partially visible, rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing.

His breathing grew noticeably heavier.

Ye Xueying felt his gaze and instinctively reached out to pull up her collar.

Wang Yang caught her wrist and gently pressed it down beside the pillow.

"Don't cover it."

"Y-you, don't look."

"I'm only looking because it's beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you look right now?"

Ye Xueying turned her face away, not daring to look at him, her ears burning red.

"Y-you, stop talking."

Wang Yang lowered his head, his lips brushing against her burning earlobe.

"But I just want to say it. What do you think we should do about that?"

Ye Xueying shivered all over.

"Then speak more quietly."

Wang Yang chuckled softly in her ear.

"Alright, quietly. Only for you to hear."

His fingers hooked the belt of her bathrobe and gave it a gentle tug.

The belt came undone, and the bathrobe slid open to both sides.

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheet, her knuckles turning white.

Wang Yang looked at her, his voice low and hoarse.

"Ye Xueying."

"Mm."

"May I continue?"

Ye Xueying buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled and soft.

It was filled with trembling, shyness, and a trace of undeniable anticipation.

"D-do whatever you want. Don't ask me anymore."

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

He leaned down, his lips brushing her earlobe, his voice as low as a murmur.

"Alright. Then tonight, you are mine."

Ye Xueying closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

She didn't speak, merely nodding gently.

...

More than two hours later.

The movement in the room finally subsided.

The bed was a mess.

The duvet was crumpled into a ball in the corner of the bed, the sheets were horribly wrinkled, and pillows were scattered everywhere—one had even fallen onto the floor.

The bathrobe had been tossed aside somewhere, and the black lace lingerie was draped over the lampshade on the bedside table.

Its thin straps hung down, swaying gently under the dim light.

The air was filled with an amorous scent, a mixture of faint sweat and the fragrance of shower gel.

Ye Xueying lay in Wang Yang's arms, the duvet only covering her chest, exposing her smooth shoulders and collarbones.

Her hair was spread messily across the pillow, with a few stray strands stuck to her cheeks and neck by sweat.

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

Her lips were slightly swollen, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a satisfied smile.

Her body was covered in marks, deep and light, like flowers blooming all along the way.

But she hadn't passed out; she was still awake.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard with one hand behind his head.

His other arm was wrapped around her, his fingers gently drawing circles on her smooth shoulder.

He looked down at Ye Xueying with a smile on his lips.

To be honest, he had originally planned to stop after two rounds.

After all, it was her first time, and he was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it, so he wanted to be gentle and not tire her out.

But this girl insisted on saying, "I'm still okay."

After the second round, he asked if she was still okay, and she nodded with a blushing face.

After the third round, he asked again, and she buried her face in the pillow and mumbled, "I'm still okay."

In the end, they went four rounds.

"Ye Xueying."

Ye Xueying let out a "mm," her voice raspy, soft, and laced with sleepiness.

Wang Yang's fingers gently stroked her shoulder.

"You were really amazing just now. To be this amazing on your first time—what will you be like in the future?"

Ye Xueying's face turned red again, and she reached out to thump his chest, though she had no strength left.

"Y-you, you're not allowed to talk about it. Stop talking."

"Can't I even compliment you? It's the truth. I thought you'd be begging for mercy by the second round, but you insisted on holding out until the fourth. You actually have some talent in this area."

Ye Xueying buried her face in his chest, her ears burning hot.

"I—I just didn't want to be a buzzkill. Actually, I had no strength left by the third round, but I was afraid you wouldn't feel satisfied, so I endured it and didn't say anything."

Wang Yang froze for a moment, then laughed.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"Silly girl. You don't have to endure it in the future; if you can't take it, just tell me. I care about you; I won't think it's not enough."

Ye Xueying lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling a warmth in her heart.

She rubbed her nose against his chest.

"Mm. Then I won't push myself next time."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Next time? Thinking about next time already?"

Ye Xueying only then realized what she had said. Her face turned so red it was practically smoking. She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"I—I didn't mean it like that. Y-you're teasing me again."

Wang Yang laughed and held her tighter, gently patting her back.

"Alright, I won't tease you. Sleep now, you must be exhausted."

Ye Xueying let out a "mm" and snuggled closer into his arms, finding a comfortable position.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her breathing became more and more even.

Soon, she was asleep on his chest, like a satisfied little kitten.

Wang Yang looked down at her, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

He reached out to gently brush aside the stray hairs on her forehead and planted a kiss there.

Then he closed his eyes, preparing to sleep as well.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! Target Ye Xueying has successfully conceived!]

[Embryonic development is stable, conception status is perfect!]

[Reward: Exclusive prenatal care funds: 20 million yuan! The funds have been transferred to the Host's bank account, with no source risk, and can be withdrawn and used at any time!]

Wang Yang's eyes snapped open.

He stared at the ceiling, stunned.

She was pregnant.

A bullseye on the first try.

He had absolutely no expectations.

Who would have thought it would happen on the first shot?

Every previous time, it took several attempts to succeed.

But the system wouldn't lie.

The less he expected, the more it happened.

Before he could even digest this news, another mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Detected intimate interaction between Host and partner Ye Xueying, triggering a critical hit!]

[Critical hit count: 4 times!]

[Total obtained: 10 million yuan! The funds have been transferred to the Host's bank account and can be withdrawn and used at any time!]

Wang Yang's mouth slowly widened, turning from a smile into a laugh, unable to close his mouth.

Twenty million plus ten million—a total of thirty million.

In this one night, in less than three hours, thirty million had been credited to his account.

He looked down at Ye Xueying, who was fast asleep in his arms.

She had no idea that in the few minutes she had just fallen asleep.

Her man had earned another thirty million and gained a child.