77: Chapter 77 Zhao Yaqin Late at Night

As Luo Shiyun spoke, her eyes became a little red.

"I actually want to go home too, miss the food my mom makes, and miss the way my dad nags. But I don't dare to. I'm afraid that if I go back, they'll question me, nag me, and look at me with that kind of expression..."

She gulped down another mouthful of alcohol.

Wang Yang looked at her, feeling a bit of heartache.

He reached out and gently patted her shoulder.

"Sister Shiyun, don't think too much. Home is home, and your parents must miss you."

Luo Shiyun raised her head and looked at him.

"Really?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"Really. If you go back, they'll be too happy to even think about scolding you."

Luo Shiyun looked at him, her eyes red.

"But I'm afraid..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Afraid of what? You have me. If you get nagged, just call me, and I'll keep you company. My mouth is so sweet, I'll definitely be able to cheer you up."

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You? What use is it for you to keep me company?"

Wang Yang said seriously.

"How is it useless? My mouth is very sweet, I can talk you into being happy. Look, aren't you laughing now?"

Luo Shiyun was amused by him.

"Alright, alright, I know you have a sweet mouth."

She picked up her drink and took another sip.

Wang Yang watched her smile and felt a sense of relief.

But at the same time, another thought popped up.

Isn't this a perfect opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerability?

Luo Shiyun is in a bad mood and needs someone to keep her company.

He keeps her company, comforts her, and slowly...

Wang Yang shook his head and pushed this thought down.

No rush.

Take it slow.

The two of them drank and chatted.

Luo Shiyun's mood improved quite a bit, and she started talking more.

She talked about her past, the reason for her divorce, and the days she lived alone.

"My ex-husband was just a bastard. He promised everything well when we got married, but two years later, he changed. He had someone else outside, and he even hit me when he came home..."

As she spoke, tears fell again.

Wang Yang handed her a tissue.

"Sister Shiyun, that kind of person isn't worth it. Aren't you living well now?"

Luo Shiyun wiped her tears and nodded.

"Yes, after the divorce, I actually felt relieved. I can do whatever I want alone; I don't have to serve anyone or look at anyone's expression..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Then there you go. Being alone is quite good too."

Luo Shiyun looked at him.

"What about you? Why are you alone?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"I'm not alone; I have a girlfriend."

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, I see."

She lowered her head, feeling a bit of inexplicable disappointment in her heart.

Wang Yang watched her expression and laughed inwardly.

He didn't say how many.

Bottle after bottle, Luo Shiyun drank more and more.

Her face became redder and redder, her eyes became more and more unfocused, and her speech started to become slurred.

"Xiao Yang... do you know... I actually, actually quite envy those women who have husbands to dote on them."

Luo Shiyun leaned on the table, her eyes half-closed.

"I also want someone to dote on me, someone to spoil me. Someone to hold me while I sleep at night..."

Wang Yang looked at her, and the fire in his heart slowly began to burn.

Just then, Luo Shiyun suddenly stood up.

Her body swayed, and it looked like she was about to fall.

Wang Yang was quick-witted and caught her immediately.

Luo Shiyun fell completely into his arms.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

Soft.

So soft.

This was Wang Yang's first impression.

She leaned against him, soft as if she had no bones.

The fragrance became stronger, mixed with the smell of alcohol, yet it was unexpectedly pleasant.

Her body pressed against him; those full curves, that soft touch...

Wang Yang's breathing became heavy.

He lowered his head to look at her.

Luo Shiyun had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, her eyelashes trembling, and her lips slightly parted.

Rosy and full.

Wang Yang's throat moved.

He wanted to help her to the sofa, but as soon as he moved, Luo Shiyun's hands climbed onto his neck.

She raised her head and looked at him.

Her eyes were unfocused, watery, as if filled with mist.

Their faces were very close.

Close enough to feel each other's breathing.

Close enough that her eyelashes were almost brushing his face.

Close enough that he could see his own reflection in her eyes.

Luo Shiyun looked at him, looked at his eyes, his nose, his lips.

She didn't even know what she was doing.

She just felt, so close.

So want to...

Her lips lightly brushed against the corner of Wang Yang's mouth.

Very light, very fast, as if by accident.

But that soft touch was clearly transmitted.

Wang Yang's brain buzzed.

He looked at her lips, rosy and full, right before his eyes.

The fire in his heart was completely ignited.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment but did not push him away.

She even responded to him.

Very clumsy, very inexperienced, but very real.

Wang Yang kissed her, feeling the softness of her lips.

Feeling the temperature of her body and the pleasant fragrance on her.

His hands wrapped around her waist, which was so slender it felt like it could be held in one hand.

Wang Yang remembered the moment he hugged her in the supermarket, that soft and full touch.

Now, that touch was pressed against him.

Wang Yang kissed deeper.

Don't know how long it had been, he finally let her go.

Luo Shiyun leaned in his arms, eyes closed, breathing evenly.

She fell asleep.

Wang Yang looked down at her, his eyes full of desire.

He stared at her lips, her face, her body.

Those curves, those contours.

He wanted to carry her to the bed.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Wang Yang frowned.

Who the hell is calling at this time?

He held Luo Shiyun with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

Three words jumped on the screen—Zhao Yaqin.

Wang Yang's frown instantly smoothed out.

He answered the phone, his tone relaxed.

"Sister Yaqin, missed me..."

Before he finished speaking, a weak voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Xiao Yang, save me..."

It was Zhao Yaqin.

The voice was wrong, very wrong.

Weak, powerless, trembling, as if using the last bit of strength.

The voice was full of fear, despair, and helplessness.

Wang Yang's heart sank suddenly.

"Sister Yaqin? What happened to you? Sister Yaqin?"

Heavy panting came from the other side of the phone.

Then, there was Liu Qian's voice, faint and unclear.

"Mom, don't struggle anymore..."

Wang Yang's eyes instantly turned red.

"Sister Yaqin! Sister Yaqin!"

The voice on the other side disappeared.

Only a slight breathing sound, getting weaker and weaker.

Then, there was no sound at all.

Wang Yang's expression changed instantly.

"Sister Yaqin! Sister Yaqin!"

No response.

He hung up the phone and immediately redialed.

Beep—beep—beep—

No one answered.

Dial again.

Still no one answered.

Wang Yang's heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a large hand.

He gently placed Luo Shiyun on the sofa and glanced at her.

She was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what had happened.

Wang Yang turned around, pulled the door open, and rushed out.