33: Chapter 33 Be good, I will be gentle.

Wang Yang was lost in thought when someone in the group chat tagged him.

[ Li Yang: @Wang Yang, what about you? Are you back yet? Are you going? ]

He paused for a moment, his finger hovering over the screen.

He looked at Su Qinghe's profile picture, thought for a moment, and typed.

[ Going. ]

After sending it, he put down his phone.

He leaned against the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind in a whirl.

Su Qinghe.

This name, this person—it had been a long time since he had thought of her.

But now she had suddenly popped up, and those details he thought he had long forgotten became clear again.

She must have changed, right?

So many years had passed; she might be married, she might have children.

She might no longer be that little girl with a ponytail from back then.

Wang Yang shook his head.

Why think about this?

Now he had money, he had the system, he had Zhao Yaqin, he had Chen Xuemiao.

And there was Su Xincheng taking a shower outside.

Let the past be the past, and let the people of the past be.

Wang Yang took a deep breath, pushing down those messy thoughts.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Wang Yang subconsciously looked up.

Then, he froze completely.

Su Xincheng stood at the bathroom doorway, wearing that black lace nightgown.

The sheer material left things to the imagination.

The deep V-neck was cut very low, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

The hem was very short, reaching just to the middle of her thighs.

Below were black stockings, wrapping her straight, long legs.

They shimmered faintly under the ambiguous lighting.

Her hair was still wet, draped over her shoulders.

A few droplets of water slid down the tips of her hair, dripped onto her collarbone, and slid down that curve.

Her face was flushed, whether from the steam or shyness, he didn't know.

Tiny water droplets hung on her eyelashes, and her eyes were moist, as if filled with mist.

At this moment, Su Xincheng stood there, fingers clutching the hem of her skirt, head bowed, not daring to look at him.

She had no idea how deadly she looked right now.

Wang Yang's breathing grew heavy.

His gaze swept from top to bottom, landing on every part of her.

Fair skin, slender collarbones, the curves left to the imagination, long legs wrapped in black silk.

The fire in his heart flared up instantly.

A certain part of his body reacted instantly.

Su Xincheng waited for a long time without hearing a sound, then secretly looked up at him.

Meeting his burning gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and her face grew even redder.

" I, I'm done showering. "

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Wang Yang didn't speak, just looked at her.

That gaze was too hot, hot enough to make her legs go weak.

She bit her lip and slowly walked toward the bed.

One step, two steps, three steps.

She took a long time to walk those few short steps.

Reaching the bedside, she stood there, not knowing whether to sit or stand.

Wang Yang finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with hoarseness.

" Come here. "

Su Xincheng moved half a step forward.

Wang Yang looked at her.

" Closer. "

Su Xincheng moved another half step, reaching the bed.

Wang Yang reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Su Xincheng gasped, and she was pulled into his arms, sitting directly on his lap.

Through the thin nightgown and bath towel, she could clearly feel the temperature of his body, and...

Her face turned completely red, and she stiffened.

Wang Yang's hand circled her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

He lowered his head, looking at her.

" Do you know? "

Su Xincheng looked at him blankly.

" When you walked out just now, I almost couldn't control myself. "

Su Xincheng's heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Wang Yang raised his hand, gently brushing the wet hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.

" You are too beautiful. "

Su Xincheng's face turned even redder.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang's hand moved slowly up from her waist, his fingertips lightly tracing her back.

Through the thin lace, he could feel the warmth of her skin.

Su Xincheng trembled all over.

Wang Yang lowered his head, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck.

He kissed her gently.

Su Xincheng shuddered, her fingers subconsciously gripping his shoulders.

Wang Yang felt her reaction, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

He continued to kiss, one after another, moving slowly up from her neck.

With every kiss, Su Xincheng shuddered.

" Yang ～ Brother Yang ～ "

Her voice was out of tune.

Wang Yang whispered in her ear.

" So this is your sensitive spot. "

Su Xincheng couldn't speak.

It was too sensitive.

Every touch felt like an electric current passing through, making her feel numb and tingly, her whole body going limp.

Wang Yang continued kissing, from her neck to her earlobe, from her earlobe to her cheek.

Then, he kissed her lips.

Su Xincheng's mind went blank.

This kiss was gentler yet more passionate than the one in the parking lot.

Her hands climbed onto his shoulders, slowly wrapping around his neck.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips parted.

Both were panting, their foreheads pressed together.

Su Xincheng's eyes were filled with moisture, her cheeks red as blood.

She looked at him and said softly.

" Brother Yang, I, I'm afraid of the pain... "

Wang Yang paused for a moment, then smiled.

He reached out and gently touched her face.

" Be good, I will be gentle. "

Su Xincheng bit her lip and nodded gently.

Wang Yang held her and slowly laid her down on the bed.

The waterbed swayed gently, as if floating on the clouds.

He leaned over, and his kisses fell again.

From her forehead to her eyes, from her eyes to the tip of her nose, from the tip of her nose to her lips.

Then all the way down.

The black lace nightgown was gently lifted up by Wang Yang.

Her long legs, wrapped in black silk, slowly revealed themselves.

The lighting was ambiguous, the night gentle.

Outside the window, the lights of ten thousand homes reflected their figures.

The waterbed swayed gently, like ocean waves, like the clouds.

Su Xincheng's hands clung to his back, her nails lightly scratching him.

It hurt, but more than that was another feeling.

She bit her lip, not letting herself make a sound.

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

" If it hurts, grab onto me. "

Su Xincheng's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded.

The night was long.

The lights outside the window gradually thinned out, leaving only a few scattered points of light.

The sounds in the room, however, did not cease for a long time.

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

Su Xincheng lay sprawled on the bed, her whole body aching and weak, without the strength to move even a finger.

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

He was lying there, his chest heaving, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

She suddenly laughed.

A silly laugh.

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her.

" What are you laughing at? "

Su Xincheng shook her head and buried her face in his chest.

Wang Yang reached out and pulled her into his arms.

The two held each other like this, neither speaking.

After a while, Su Xincheng said softly.

" Brother Yang. "

" Hmm? "

" I, I am yours now. "

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

" You have been for a long time. "

Su Xincheng smiled and buried her face deeper.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The wind of the twelfth lunar month blew through the city, but it could not blow into this warm room.

Sunlight shone through the sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, landing on the bed, warm and cozy.

Wang Yang woke up first.

He opened his eyes, still holding Su Xincheng in his arms.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing even, her eyelashes resting quietly.

Wang Yang's gaze fell on her, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

Last night was too crazy.

There were marks all over Su Xincheng's body.

A few faint hickeys on her neck, and a patch of redness on her collarbone.

There were even finger marks on her shoulders left when he was overcome with passion.

That black lace nightgown was long since crumpled into a ball, hanging crookedly on her body.