67: Chapter 67 Plump Yoga Clothes

He swallowed hard.

Like a pervert.

Wang Yang cursed himself internally and quickly shifted his gaze to the elevator door.

Yet, his peripheral vision couldn't help but glance over there.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

At the same time, he muttered silently in his heart.

"System, activate Eye of Recognition."

A transparent light screen instantly appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Luo Shiyun] [Age: 26] [Appearance: 93] [Figure: 96] [Critical Hit Count: 1] [Comprehensive Score: 95] [Fertility Assessment: Qualified]

Wang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

93 for appearance, 96 for figure?

A comprehensive score of 95?

Even higher than Zhao Yaqin?

Looking at the woman in front of him, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

To think she was another qualified target.

And that 96-score figure...

No wonder he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Wang Yang took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart.

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

The woman walked out, and he followed behind.

The woman lived on the twenty-fifth floor, in 2503.

She opened the door and stepped aside to let Wang Yang in.

"Please, come in."

Wang Yang walked inside.

The room wasn't large, a one-bedroom apartment layout. The decoration was simple, but it was kept very clean.

There was a Yoga mat spread out in the living room, with a few small pieces of equipment placed beside it.

A few pieces of clothing were draped over the sofa.

Some were purple, some were red; they were thin and small.

Wang Yang's gaze swept over, and he froze for a moment.

They were undergarments.

Purple lace trim, thin red straps, just thrown carelessly on the sofa.

Luo Shiyun followed his gaze, and her face instantly turned red.

She hurriedly ran over, grabbed the clothes, clutched them in her hand, and hid them behind her back.

"I, I forgot to put them away..."

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

Wang Yang smiled.

"It's fine."

Luo Shiyun's face was red enough to bleed; she kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"P-please, this way, the bathroom is over here."

She walked quickly toward the bathroom, with Wang Yang following behind.

The bathroom light was on, and the faucet on the sink was indeed leaking.

It dripped drop by drop, creating a small puddle.

Wang Yang walked over and took a look.

"It's not a big problem; the valve core might be loose."

He reached out to twist it, tested it again, and quickly found the source of the problem.

Luo Shiyun stood nearby, watching nervously.

"Can it be fixed?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"It's a small matter."

He took a wrench out of his tool bag, twisted it a few times, and made some adjustments. His movements were skilled, and he finished in a few minutes.

"It's done, you try it."

Luo Shiyun walked over and turned on the faucet.

The water flowed out with a splash, without a single drop leaking.

Her eyes lit up.

"It's really fixed! Thank you so much!"

Wang Yang smiled.

"You're welcome."

He turned to leave, but his foot stepped on the puddle on the floor, and he slipped violently. His whole body tilted backward.

Luo Shiyun let out a cry of surprise and instinctively reached out to steady him. The two collided.

Wang Yang fell onto her, was caught in her embrace, and they crashed into the wall together. There was a dull thud.

Luo Shiyun groaned softly in pain but didn't let go.

Wang Yang pressed his entire body against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

It wasn't the scent of perfume, but the faint smell of sweat after exercise, mixed with her natural body scent; it was unexpectedly pleasant.

What was even more fatal was—he felt a patch of softness.

Surging waves.

Pressing against his chest, it was unbelievably soft.

Wang Yang's brain buzzed.

Luo Shiyun was also stunned.

She held Wang Yang, feeling the temperature of his body and his sturdy physique. Her heart was pounding.

The two of them stayed pressed like that, motionless.

After a few seconds, Luo Shiyun snapped out of it, her face turning bright red instantly. She hurriedly let go and took a step back.

"I, I'm sorry..."

Wang Yang also steadied himself and looked at her.

She kept her head down, her face red enough to bleed, her eyelashes trembling violently.

Wang Yang smiled.

"It's me who should apologize; I slipped."

Luo Shiyun shook her head.

"N-no, it's fine."

The two stood at the bathroom door, the atmosphere a bit subtle.

Wang Yang looked at her and suddenly spoke.

"Let's add each other on WeChat. If you have this kind of problem again, just find me directly."

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.

Wang Yang's gaze was very calm and carried a smile.

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

She hesitated for only a second or two. Then she nodded.

"Okay."

She took her phone out of her pocket and opened her WeChat QR code.

Wang Yang scanned the code and added her as a friend.

Her WeChat profile picture was a cat, and her WeChat name was simply "Shiyun."

The notification of a successful addition popped up, and Wang Yang tucked his phone back into his pocket.

He looked at Luo Shiyun and smiled.

"Then I'll head back first. Let me know if you need anything anytime."

Luo Shiyun nodded.

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Yang turned and walked out.

Luo Shiyun saw him to the door.

Wang Yang walked out and looked back at her.

Luo Shiyun stood at the door, wearing that tight-fitting Yoga outfit, her face flushed, watching him.

Wang Yang smiled.

"Goodbye."

The elevator door opened, and he walked in. The moment the door closed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The elevator descended slowly.

Wang Yang leaned against the elevator wall, looking at the newly added friend on his phone.

Luo Shiyun.

26 years old, appearance 93, figure 96, comprehensive score 96.

He recalled that patch of softness just now, and recalled that faint fragrance.

There was only one thought in his heart.

This woman, he was going to make her his.

...

The moment the door closed, Luo Shiyun leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

She stood there, stunned for a few seconds, then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

Her mind was in a mess.

That scene from just now was still spinning before her eyes.

Wang Yang pressed against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his warm breath sprinkling onto her skin.

That masculine aura rushed towards her.

It carried the faint scent of shower gel, along with the unique scent that belonged to a man.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time.

After the divorce, she lived here alone.

Working, working out, going home every day—her life was like a stagnant pool of water.

Occasionally, she would feel empty, feel cold.

Feeling that when lying in bed alone, something was missing by her side.

But that feeling was quickly suppressed.

She thought she had gotten used to it.

Until just now.

When that man pressed against her.

Luo Shiyun felt his sturdy chest, felt his powerful arms.

Felt the temperature of his body.

Her heart suddenly started beating faster.

Luo Shiyun touched her face; it was burning hot.

She recalled the way he looked at her, when his gaze swept over her body.

She was actually a little nervous, yet a little expectant.

Luo Shiyun recalled his physique.

Although separated by clothes, she could feel that underneath was a lean, strong body.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, powerful arms; he must exercise often.

In that department...

he should be quite durable, right?

As soon as this thought popped up, Luo Shiyun herself was startled.

She covered her face and muttered to herself.

"Luo Shiyun, what are you thinking about... It's so embarrassing."

But the more she tried not to think about it, the more those images drilled into her mind.

Wang Yang's eyes, his smile.