99: Chapter 99 Shall we come in... and have a seat?

At this moment, Luo Shiyun's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving, and that softness brushed against him almost imperceptibly.

Wang Yang's throat bobbed.

He released his grip and stepped back half a pace.

Luo Shiyun leaned against the door, gasping for breath, not daring to look at him.

The two of them stood there like that, neither saying a word.

The hallway was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

After a long while, Luo Shiyun raised her head and said softly.

"Thank you..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"You're welcome."

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

"Do you... want to come in and sit for a while?"

Wang Yang looked at her.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bright.

Standing at the doorway, clutching the hem of her skirt, she looked as nervous as a little girl.

He nodded.

"Okay."

Luo Shiyun turned to open the door, inserted the key into the lock, and twisted it twice before it opened.

She pushed the door open and walked inside.

Wang Yang followed behind, watching her back.

Her Yoga pants tightly hugged her buttocks, which were round and full, swaying gently with her every step.

Her waist was slender, her back was straight, and her shoulder blades were faintly visible.

The swaying motion was enough to make one dizzy.

Wang Yang averted his gaze and swallowed hard.

Luo Shiyun took a pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at his feet.

As she bent over, the neckline of her Yoga outfit opened slightly, revealing a glimpse of her fair collarbone.

She quickly straightened up, took a step back, and clutched the hem of her top.

"You can wear this pair."

Wang Yang nodded and changed into the shoes.

They were a bit small, his toes pressing against the front, but he was already used to it.

He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Luo Shiyun closed the door and followed him over, standing by the coffee table. Her fingers were still clutching the hem of her top, not quite knowing what to do with her hands.

Her gaze swept over Wang Yang, then shifted away, landing on the coffee table, before shifting again to look out the window.

Her fingers twisted the hem of her top, twisting and releasing, then releasing and twisting again.

The living room was very quiet, and the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, landing on the floor, warm and bright, with dust motes dancing in the beams of light.

Wang Yang leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Luo Shiyun.

She stood there, the neckline of her Yoga outfit slightly open.

It revealed a glimpse of her fair collarbone, which looked dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

Her waist was slender, wrapped tightly in her Yoga outfit, with every curve fully exposed.

The curves of her buttocks were stretched round and full by the pants; viewed from the side, the arc was stunning.

His gaze traveled from her face to her body, and then back to her face again.

Luo Shiyun's face grew even redder under his gaze.

She could feel his gaze sweeping over her face, landing on her chest, shifting away, and then returning.

His gaze was neither frivolous nor lecherous.

But it was very direct—direct enough to make her heart race and her fingers twist even tighter.

Luo Shiyun recalled the moment just now in the hallway.

She had thrown herself into his arms, and he had held her, his hands on her waist, his palms warm.

She remembered that embrace, that warmth, that scent.

"You... you sit. I'll go get you some water."

She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her steps quick, her slippers clicking against the floor.

Wang Yang leaned back on the sofa, watching her walk into the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and bend over to get something.

Her Yoga pants tightened with her movements, the curves of her buttocks fully exposed before his eyes.

Round and full, like a ripe peach tightly wrapped in the pants, the arc was smooth and fluid.

When she bent over, her top rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of her waist, which was glowing white.

Wang Yang swallowed hard.

Luo Shiyun took two cans of drinks from the refrigerator and turned around.

Seeing him staring at her, her face flushed red again.

She held the two cans of drinks, standing in front of the refrigerator, not knowing whether to move forward or back.

"What would you like to drink? Cola or Sprite?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

Wang Yang said.

"Sprite, please."

Luo Shiyun nodded, put the Cola back, and walked back with the Sprite.

She placed the Sprite on the coffee table and sat down on the single sofa opposite him.

The two sat facing each other, separated by the coffee table.

Luo Shiyun sat very properly, her legs together, hands on her knees, and her back straight, just like a primary school student.

She kept her head lowered, staring at the Sprite can on the coffee table, where beads of condensation were sliding down, drop by drop.

Wang Yang leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over her, shifting away, and then sweeping over her again.

He felt he shouldn't stare at her like that; after all, he still had some self-respect.

He picked up the Sprite and took a sip.

The icy liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the heat rising in his heart.

He turned his gaze toward the window, looking at the balcony of the building opposite.

A few pieces of clothing were hanging on the balcony, swaying gently in the breeze.

The living room fell quiet. Sunlight shone on the floor, and dust motes danced in the beams of light.

The wall clock ticked away, each sound clearly audible.

Luo Shiyun sat opposite him, her fingers tapping gently on her knees, not knowing what to say.

Wang Yang looked out the window, remaining silent as well.

The air was filled with an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

It wasn't the kind of awkwardness that made one uncomfortable.

It was the awkwardness of two people who clearly wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

After a long while, Luo Shiyun spoke first.

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of nervousness and a trace of imperceptible trembling.

"Wang Yang... thank you so much for this time. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what he would have done."

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her. She was sitting on the sofa.

The neckline of her Yoga outfit was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair collarbone.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, landing on her profile and outlining her soft features.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and her lips were pursed, her lower lip bitten until it turned slightly pale.

Her whole being radiated a gentle beauty that made it impossible to look away.

She was like a flower blooming in a corner—quiet, beautiful, and possessing a touch of fragility.

"It's nothing. We're neighbors, helping each other out is only right."

Luo Shiyun shook her head.

"You've already helped me twice."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Anyway, you've already treated me to a meal once. If you feel bad about it, why not treat me to another one this time?"

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment, her face turning even redder.

She recalled the time she had treated him to dinner.

She remembered getting drunk, and she remembered waking up in bed with her clothes neat and tidy, covered by a quilt.

She didn't know what had happened that night, but every time she thought about it, her heart would race.

She hesitated for a moment and bit her lip.

"Wang Yang, that night... did we... do anything..."

She couldn't continue; her face was flushed as if it were burning, and she clutched the hem of her top so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Wang Yang watched her.

Her flushed face, her slightly trembling eyelashes, her fingers clutched tightly around the hem of her top, and those eyes that dared not meet his.

His heart suddenly raced.

Wang Yang swallowed hard.

"What do you think?"

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her fingers twisting the hem of her top, twisting and releasing, then releasing and twisting again.