25: Chapter 25 Even if it's tiring, we have to do it again.

Chen Xuemiao lay there, her black-stockinged long legs curled up, her short skirt crumpled.

Her deep V-neckline was askew, revealing more of her fair skin.

Looking at him, Chen Xuemiao's eyes held nervousness, anticipation, and fear.

Wang Yang leaned over and pressed down on her.

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[Three thousand words omitted here; the author knows you don't like reading them. Please use your imagination.]

The night was long.

Outside the window, the lights of thousands of homes gradually dimmed, leaving only a few scattered points of light.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month whistled softly against the glass window, but it couldn't penetrate this warm bedroom.

On the bed, two bodies intertwined, their gasps and moans blending together.

After an unknown amount of time, everything finally quieted down.

Chen Xuemiao lay sprawled on the bed, her entire body sore and weak, without even the strength to move a finger.

She turned her head to look at Wang Yang beside her.

He lay there, his chest rising and falling, fine beads of sweat still on his forehead.

Chen Xuemiao looked at his profile, an indescribable feeling in her heart.

One hundred fifty thousand.

One hundred fifty thousand a month.

She closed her eyes, but a smile slowly curved on her lips.

It was worth it.

Wang Yang turned his head and looked at her.

He saw her slightly trembling eyelashes, her flushed cheeks.

He saw the faint smile on her lips.

Wang Yang reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Chen Xuemiao trembled all over, then softened, leaning against his chest.

"Sleep."

His voice was low, with a hint of laziness.

Chen Xuemiao hummed softly, buried her face in his embrace, and closed her eyes.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month swept through the city, but it couldn't enter this warm bedroom.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, falling warmly on the bed.

Wang Yang woke first.

He opened his eyes, still holding Chen Xuemiao in his arms.

She was sleeping soundly, her hair scattered on the pillow, her eyelashes resting quietly, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks.

Wang Yang looked at her, remembering the madness of last night.

The first thing that came to his mind was that voice.

System.

He held his breath and asked inwardly.

"System, last night... was the conception successful?"

[Ding! According to real-time system monitoring, target subject Chen Xuemiao has not yet successfully conceived. Conception requires multiple attempts; please continue to work hard, Host.]

It wasn't successful.

A hint of regret flashed in Wang Yang's heart.

He had worked so hard last night, tossing and turning for most of the night.

He had expended so much energy, yet she hadn't gotten pregnant.

He sighed, looking down at Chen Xuemiao in his arms.

She looked very docile in her sleep, with long eyelashes, slightly parted lips, and even breathing.

Her black stockings were long gone, and her short skirt was nowhere to be found.

She was only covered by a thin blanket, revealing her smooth shoulders and collarbone.

Wang Yang's gaze fell on that stretch of fair skin.

The heat in his heart slowly began to burn again.

His hand moved.

It slowly moved up from her waist, his fingertips lightly tracing her skin.

Smooth and delicate, the touch was unbelievably good.

Chen Xuemiao's eyelashes trembled.

She vaguely felt someone touching her.

The hand moved slowly upward from her waist, warm and ticklish.

She opened her eyes.

Meeting Wang Yang's gaze.

His gaze was burning, scorching.

Chen Xuemiao froze for a moment, then reacted, her face instantly turning red.

"You, you're awake..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with the laziness of just waking up.

Wang Yang smiled, his hand not stopping, gently rubbing her back.

"Mm. Awake."

Chen Xuemiao was softened all over by his touch and mumbled softly.

"Don't touch me, it's ticklish~"

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Even if it's ticklish, I'll touch you. My woman, I'll touch you whenever I want."

Chen Xuemiao's face grew even redder, and she buried her face in his arms, not daring to look at him.

But a thought popped into her head.

He was really strong last night.

For so long, so many times, she was almost falling apart.

As she thought about it, her face grew even hotter.

Wang Yang's hand continued to roam, from her back all the way down.

Chen Xuemiao's body trembled, and she whispered.

"You, what else do you want to do~"

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"What do you think?"

Chen Xuemiao shivered, her earlobes turning crimson.

"I, I'm tired."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Even if you're tired, we'll do it again."

The revolution has not yet succeeded, so how can we talk about being tired?

After speaking, he lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

Whatever Chen Xuemiao wanted to say was all blocked back.

Two hours later.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window had already moved to the center of the bed.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, holding the limp Chen Xuemiao in his arms.

Her entire body was sore and weak, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, she just leaned against his chest, panting heavily.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her face.

"Are you hungry?"

Chen Xuemiao gave a weak hum.

"Hungry... it's almost noon."

Wang Yang looked out the window; the sun was bright, and it was indeed almost noon.

He reached for his phone and checked the time.

Eleven forty.

From morning until noon, over two hours.

He smiled, put down his phone, and hugged Chen Xuemiao tighter.

"Just live here from now on. You don't need to go back to your rental."

Chen Xuemiao froze for a moment, then looked up at him.

"Live, live here?"

"Mm." Wang Yang looked down at her.

"What, unwilling?"

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip.

Live here?

This eight-million-yuan house?

Her heart beat a few faster, and she whispered.

"Willing."

Wang Yang smiled.

He reached for his phone, opened the banking app, and directly transferred money.

Chen Xuemiao heard his phone ring, and before she could react, her own phone rang too.

She picked it up and saw.

Bank Transfer Received: 300,000.00 yuan.

Three hundred thousand.

Chen Xuemiao's eyes instantly widened.

"This, this is..."

Wang Yang smiled, looking at her shocked expression.

"I'll transfer you two months' worth first. Spend it sparingly."

Chen Xuemiao stared at the string of zeros, her breathing stopped.

Three hundred thousand.

She would have to work five or six years to earn that.

Now, it arrived with a single transfer.

She looked up at Wang Yang, her eyes slightly red.

Then she propped herself up, leaned over, and gave him a fierce kiss on the lips.

Wang Yang smiled, reaching out and patting her butt.

Slap.

A crisp sound.

Chen Xuemiao trembled all over, her face reddening again.

Wang Yang looked at her, a smile in his eyes.

"Little Vixen. I'll deal with you tonight."

Chen Xuemiao lowered her head, blushing, and mumbled softly.

"Who's dealing with whom is still uncertain."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, quite feisty."

Chen Xuemiao quickly shook her head.

"No, no, no, you deal with me, you deal with me."

Wang Yang smiled and pulled her into his arms.

The two of them just hugged, neither speaking.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, falling warmly on the bed.

After a long while, Chen Xuemiao softly said.

"I, I want to go back and pack some things."

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Now?"

"Mm." Chen Xuemiao nodded.

"Change of clothes and some cosmetics."

Wang Yang thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. Then come back after you've packed."

Chen Xuemiao smiled, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay."

She got up and put on her clothes.

Her black stockings were already crumpled, and her short skirt was twisted.

Chen Xuemiao put on her clothes, then her white down jacket, zipping it all the way up.

After tidying up, she turned and glanced at Wang Yang.