221: Chapter 221 Not enough, not enough, this is corporal punishment!

Chen Xuemiao proudly lifted her chin.

"Of course. We two are becoming more and more in sync now. But Brother Yang, shouldn't you give us some kind of reward?"

"We worked so hard last night; even if there was no merit, there was at least toil. Look at my waist; it's still sore now, and I can't even lift my legs."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"A reward? Was getting four shots last night not enough?"

Chen Xuemiao's face turned red, and she pounded on his chest.

"That's different! That was, that was everyone having fun together. I'm talking about a substantial reward, like sending a red envelope or something."

"So Sister Yulan and I can buy some good things to eat when we go back for the New Year. Look at other men who give their women red envelopes to buy new clothes for the New Year; you should at least show some gesture."

Wang Yang laughed and reached out to give her butt a heavy pat.

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

Chen Xuemiao shuddered all over, letting out a soft hum.

"A substantial reward? Was that one just now substantial enough? If not, I can give you another."

"Not enough, not enough! This is called corporal punishment, not a reward! Brother Yang, how can you fool us like this!"

Wang Yang patted her again, using a bit more force this time.

Chen Xuemiao let out a delicate cry, her face blushing so red it looked like it was dripping blood, but her eyes were still bright.

The corners of her mouth were curled up in a smug look that said, "There's nothing you can do to me."

"Go ahead and hit me! Anyway, you have to hit the road today, so you wouldn't dare do anything real to me! If you make me unable to get out of bed, I won't be able to go home today! You'll be responsible!"

Wang Yang squinted at her.

"You're quite clever. You know I have to hit the road today, so you're fearless, right?"

Chen Xuemiao shook her head triumphantly.

"Of course. I've already calculated it. You're leaving this morning, so you won't dare to mess around for too long. So I'm not afraid of you today! If you're capable, come and get me; anyway, there's not enough time, you definitely wouldn't dare to have a real go at it."

Wang Yang looked at her smug expression, was silent for a few seconds, and then laughed.

That smile made Chen Xuemiao's smugness instantly freeze on her face.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you for being too clever for your own good. I may not dare to mess around for too long today, but I'm keeping track of this beating. When I get back, you'll have it coming. Don't beg for mercy then."

Chen Xuemiao shrank her neck, her voice clearly losing its confidence.

"Brother Yang, I was wrong. I didn't say anything just now. You're not holding a grudge, right?"

"Too late. It's already been noted."

Chen Xuemiao wailed, buried her face in the pillow, and muttered muffledly.

"Sister Yulan, save me. Brother Yang is going to retaliate."

Wen Yulan laughed softly beside them.

"You caused this trouble yourself, you bear it yourself. I can't help you."

Wang Yang looked at the two women, feeling warm inside.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and tapped it a few times.

Soon, Chen Xuemiao and Wen Yulan's phones each rang once.

Both of them picked up their phones at the same time and looked down.

A bank notification arrived: 100,000 for each.

Both of them were stunned.

"Brother Yang... why, why did you transfer so much money? It's not like we were asking you for money. I was just joking earlier."

Wen Yulan also looked up at him.

"It's too much. We don't spend much usually; you don't need to do this."

"Take it. Go back for the New Year, buy some good food, buy some new clothes, don't skimp. Buy some gifts for your family; don't go back empty-handed."

"You are my women. It's the New Year and I'm not by your side, so the red envelope has to accompany you for me. Besides, you two performed really well last night."

The two of them looked at the string of numbers on their phone screens, then looked at Wang Yang, their eyes slightly red.

It wasn't about the amount of money, but his intentions.

It was always like this; he never asked what they wanted, always giving proactively.

He didn't say "love" with his mouth, but every action said it.

Chen Xuemiao pounced first, hanging her whole body on his neck, and gave him a forceful kiss on the lips.

Wen Yulan also leaned over and planted a light kiss on his cheek.

"Brother Yang, you're the best! I'll definitely send you messages when I go back, every day, until you're annoyed."

Wang Yang reached out and pulled both of them into his arms.

Wen Yulan leaned against his left side, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers gently clutching the corner of his clothes.

Chen Xuemiao leaned against his right side, still whining about being spanked earlier.

He lowered his head and kissed each of them on the forehead.

"Alright, be good at home, eat more, don't lose weight. When you come back after the New Year, I hope to see you both plump and healthy."

"If you've lost weight, I'll give you remedial lessons when I get back. Xuemiao, I'm still keeping in mind the spanking from earlier; I'll settle the score with you when I return."

Wang Yang rolled out of bed, picked up the clothes draped over the back of the chair, and put them on one by one.

The two women lay on the bed, watching him, their eyes full of reluctance.

He walked to the bedroom door and looked back at them.

"Sleep a bit longer. I'm leaving now."

Both nodded at the same time.

The door closed gently, and the bedroom quieted down.

Only the occasional sound of car horns from outside the window and the light of the morning gradually brightening remained.

Chen Xuemiao turned over to look at Wen Yulan, and Wen Yulan also lay on her side, looking at her.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the corners of Chen Xuemiao's mouth slowly curled up.

"Sister Yulan, I really like him so much."

"Me too."

...

Wang Yang came out of 2801, didn't take the elevator, and walked down the stairs directly.

Luo Shiyun lived downstairs, a few floors away; taking the stairs was faster than waiting for the elevator.

Pushing open the door to the stairwell, the hallway was quiet.

He walked to the door of 2503 and took the key out of his pocket.

He inserted the key into the lock and gently turned it.

The curtains in the living room were drawn, and the light was very dim.

An off-white knitted cardigan was draped over the sofa, and a half-drunk glass of water was placed on the coffee table.

Beside it were her phone and an open book.

The air held the faint scent of gardenias that belonged to Luo Shiyun.

Wang Yang changed into slippers and walked toward the bedroom on tiptoe.

The bedroom door was ajar, and he pushed it open.

The person on the bed was sleeping on her stomach, the quilt kicked to one side, with only a corner covering her legs.

She was wearing a lotus-pink silk camisole nightgown, the thin straps hanging on her fair shoulders.

Because of her prone position, the hem of the nightgown was rolled up to the base of her thighs.

Her two smooth legs were long and straight, one slightly bent, the other stretched out.

The most lethal part was her waist.

The fabric of the nightgown was bunched up at her waist, revealing a large expanse of snow-white waist, her skin glowing with whiteness.

In the dim light, it looked like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

The dimples at her waist were shallow, and the line of her spine slid down from her shoulder blades, as smooth as if drawn by a pen.

Further down, her buttocks were wrapped in the thin silk fabric, round and full.

Because of her prone position, they were slightly raised, like a ripe peach.

She was sleeping very soundly, her breathing light and long, her face buried in the pillow, her hair spread messily across the pillow.

Wang Yang leaned against the doorframe and watched for several seconds.

Early in the morning, this scene was truly refreshing.