32: Chapter 32 Look at me

Su Xincheng shuddered.

Wang Yang let her go and said with a smile,

"Be good, I'm going to take a shower first."

He walked inside, reached the bathroom door, and looked back at her.

"Do you want to come in and shower with me? And maybe... learn a thing or two?"

Su Xincheng froze for a moment, then immediately realized what he meant by "learn," and her face turned bright red instantly.

She shook her head frantically.

"No, no, no, I'm not going..."

Wang Yang looked at her like this and laughed.

"You're really not going?"

"I'm not."

Su Xincheng's voice was as small as a mosquito's hum.

Wang Yang looked at her blushing face and her slightly trembling eyelashes.

He watched her nervous expression as she bit her lip.

The fire in his heart burned even brighter.

He walked back and gave her buttocks a light pat.

Slap.

Su Xincheng shuddered.

Wang Yang whispered in her ear,

"Then wait for me."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

Su Xincheng stood where she was, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, her heart pounding.

She slowly walked to the bed and sat down.

The waterbed was ridiculously soft; she sank right into it the moment she sat down.

She touched the sheets; they felt like silk, smooth and slippery.

She looked up at the mirror on the ceiling and saw her own bright red face.

She quickly lowered her head.

Her mind was a mess.

Brother Yang is so bad.

Who asks someone to take a shower together like that, and then says "learn"...

Su Xincheng thought of the look in his eyes when he said that, and her face felt even hotter.

But why was there still a little bit... of anticipation in her heart?

Su Xincheng bit her lip and buried her face in her hands.

In the bathroom.

Wang Yang stood under the showerhead, hot water pouring down from above, flowing along his well-defined body.

The physical enhancement rewarded by the system was even better than he had imagined.

He looked down at himself.

The fat on his stomach was gone, and the outline of his abs was faintly visible.

Although not yet obvious, the lines were already visible.

His shoulders were broader than before, and his chest muscles were firmer.

He looked upright and powerful overall.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

Handsome.

Much more handsome than before.

He smiled and hurried up with his shower.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Wang Yang walked out, wearing only a white bath towel around his waist.

As he walked, he dried his hair with a towel, whistling softly.

He was in a very good mood.

Su Xincheng heard the movement and instinctively looked up.

Then she froze completely.

Wang Yang stood at the bathroom door, bare-chested.

Water droplets still hung on his shoulders, sliding down his chest.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, without an ounce of fat.

His shoulders were broad, but his waist was very narrow.

His stomach was flat and firm, with the faint outline of abs visible.

Although not very obvious, the shape was already visible.

Two mermaid lines extended from his waist down, disappearing into the edge of the bath towel.

The bath towel wrapped around his waist was loose, as if it might fall off at any moment.

Su Xincheng's mind went blank with a buzz.

She had never seen a man's body before.

A real-life, living one, right in front of her.

She stared blankly, forgetting to look away.

Wang Yang saw her like this and laughed.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Xincheng finally reacted, her face instantly turning bright red, and she quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

"No, I'm not looking at anything."

Her voice was trembling.

Wang Yang walked over and sat down beside her.

The waterbed wobbled because of his weight.

Su Xincheng kept her head down, her eyelashes trembling violently, her fingers clutching the corner of her clothes, incredibly nervous.

Wang Yang turned to his side and looked at her.

"What's the matter, you don't dare to look at me?"

Su Xincheng shook her head.

"No, I don't."

"Then look up at me."

Su Xincheng bit her lip and slowly looked up.

Meeting his gaze, she quickly looked away again.

Wang Yang laughed.

He reached out, gently pinched her chin, and turned her face towards him.

"Look at me."

Su Xincheng was forced to look at him, at his eyes, and his bare upper body.

Looking at his wet hair.

Her heartbeat was so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Wang Yang looked at Su Xincheng with a smile in his eyes.

"Does it look good?"

Su Xincheng froze for a moment, then realized what he was asking, and her face turned even redder.

She lowered her head and nodded gently.

"It, it looks good..."

Wang Yang laughed.

He let go, leaned back on the waterbed, and picked up his phone.

"Go ahead, go take a shower."

Su Xincheng froze.

"Now?"

"Yes."

Wang Yang looked at her.

"After you finish showering and come out, we can chat slowly."

Su Xincheng bit her lip, stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked towards the bathroom.

When she reached the bathroom door, she looked back at him.

Wang Yang was leaning against the bed, bare-chested, holding his phone with a smile on his lips.

She quickly turned her head away, ducked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

The bathroom still held the scent of his shower, the crisp fragrance of shower gel mixed with the heat.

Su Xincheng leaned against the door, panting heavily.

Her heart was beating too fast.

She walked to the mirror and looked at her own bright red face in the reflection.

Su Xincheng, you're done for.

She turned on the showerhead, and hot water poured down.

Outside the bathroom.

Wang Yang leaned on the bed, holding his phone, scrolling through it casually.

He couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

This little girl is too cute.

Shy like this, how will she be his woman in the future?

But it's fine.

Take it slow.

He put down his phone and looked towards the bathroom.

A blurry figure was visible through the frosted glass, hazy and indistinct, which was even more alluring.

Wang Yang's throat moved.

The night was still long; let's see if he could get her pregnant with his child tonight.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.

Wang Yang leaned on the bed, picked up his phone, and casually scrolled through Douyin.

His fingers swiped up, one after another.

Dancers, cosplayers, singers, with filters getting thicker one after another.

He activated Eye of Recognition and scanned a few, but they were all unqualified.

[Beauty 75, Figure 70, Chaotic Private Life]

[Beauty 68, Figure 65, Obvious Signs of Plastic Surgery]

[Beauty 80, Figure 78, History of Miscarriage]

Wang Yang shook his head and continued scrolling down.

After scrolling for ten minutes, he didn't see a single qualified one.

He sighed, and just as he was about to put down his phone, a message popped up on WeChat.

It was the high school group.

The class monitor, Sun Yu, sent a message.

[@Everyone, classmates, Chinese New Year is coming soon. Is everyone back? Let's have a class reunion. The evening of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, at Yunhe Restaurant. If you can come, reply with 1!]

As soon as the message was sent, the group chat became lively.

[I'm back! Must go!]

[If the class monitor is organizing it, I'll definitely be there!]

[Can we bring family members?]

Wang Yang leaned on the bed, silently watching the phone screen.

People in the group appeared one by one—familiar avatars, familiar names.

Some he hadn't seen for many years, others he hadn't been in contact with since graduation.

He scrolled through them one by one.

[Su Qinghe: I'm free, see you then.]

Wang Yang's finger stopped.

Su Qinghe.

The moment that name jumped into his eyes, some images suddenly flashed through his mind.

In high school, Su Qinghe sat in the row in front of him.

She had a ponytail, wore a white shirt, and would turn around to ask him to borrow a pen.

When she smiled, her eyes would curve, and she had two little dimples.

He had secretly liked her for two years, wrote many letters, but didn't dare to hand over a single one.

Later, they graduated, went their separate ways, and never saw each other again.

Wang Yang stared at that avatar for several seconds.

It was still the same photo, probably taken during college, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, smiling gently.