This time, the touch lasted longer than before. Jiang Shiyan thought he would be satisfied, but the subtle fire in his heart grew even more unrestrained. Her lips were truly soft and sweet, like the candy he’d secretly eaten with a pounding heart when losing his baby teeth in elementary school.
The lingering desire was like a hand slowly caressing up from the sole of Jiang Shiyan’s foot, touching every inch of his skin, from foot to head, causing a tingling numbness…
Jiang Shiyan closed his eyes and took deep breaths, once, twice. He forced himself to calm down, then, in slow motion like a movie scene, removed his leather shoes and carefully carried Tang Yang to her bedroom, placing her down on the bed as if handling a fragile object.
Jiang Shiyan’s movements were exceptionally careful. When Tang Yang’s head touched the pillow, she still inevitably let out a soft moan. Jiang Shiyan froze as if someone had hit his pause button.
He held his breath, waiting until Tang Yang fell back asleep before carefully removing her coat and tiptoeing to the bathroom to get her makeup removed.
Yes, Jiang Shiyan had a concept of makeup removal, but only a concept.
Fortunately, Tang Yang’s makeup wasn’t heavy, and one makeup removal wipe could do the job. The temperature was low in the early spring night, and Jiang Shiyan, afraid the wet wipe might be too cold for her, went to the spotless kitchen to boil half a kettle of water. He used the hot steam to warm several wipes until they were close to body temperature before returning to her side. He turned on a beauty blogger’s video on mute.
Jiang Shiyan watched and followed the blogger’s instructions, carefully and gently removing her makeup. He started with her forehead, then her eyebrows and eyes. She had contoured her nose, so Jiang Shiyan wiped there a bit longer. Then her lips, her delicate chin, and further down…
Tang Yang’s neck was long and slender, fair-skinned, with barely noticeable color differences before and after wiping.
Jiang Shiyan crouched by the bed, following the curve of her neck a little further down. His hand stopped, his gaze paused, but his breathing grew heavier…
Tang Yang had a habit of not wearing a bra in winter. She believed that reaching cold hands into warm clothes to undo hidden clasps was an avoidable torture. So, nipple covers became her go-to for formal occasions.
Jiang Shiyan often teased Tang Yang about her flat chest, but when she slept on her side, there was still a subtle curve to her chest, creamy white, soft, and faintly visible… pressed together.
Jiang Shiyan’s fingertips were very close, so close that if he extended his hand just a bit lower, he could touch them.
Jiang Shiyan’s throat bobbed heavily. He told himself not to touch, but as his gaze lifted to Tang Yang’s lips, his hand uncontrollably explored her neckline.
Tang Yang wore a small V-neck shirt that resembled a blouse. Jiang Shiyan’s long fingers curved and bent, undoing the first button.
With a soft “click,” the neckline opened a bit wider.
Jiang Shiyan’s left hand gently held Tang Yang’s chin, his thumb slowly caressing her lips, while his right hand, out of control, undid the second button.
Another “click,” and his fingertips seemed even closer to that soft curve.
At past two in the morning, the city’s nightlife had drawn its curtains. Tang Yang’s bedroom was in a simple European style, its rich tones acting like a catalyst in the quiet, driving Jiang Shiyan’s inner desire to be close to her to swell larger and larger.
Especially with her shallow breaths lingering around his Adam’s apple, if he leaned down a bit more, their noses would be sharing the same air.
Jiang Shiyan thought, just one more button.
He didn’t know what he was doing, or what he wanted to do. He just heard a voice inside telling him, one more button.
The button was cold, the skin was cold, but his fingertips were burning hot.
It seemed another voice was telling him, don’t unbutton it. This is Sister Yang, this is Brother Yang, this is Tang Yang…
He couldn’t disregard her feelings, he couldn’t, he really couldn’t unbutton it.
Jiang Shiyan’s gaze wandered between the soft curve and her lips, his beautiful knuckles hovering over her second button.
He closed her shirt a bit, then couldn’t resist opening it again. If he moved lower, he’d quickly pull back as if he’d touched something forbidden.
With each brush against her skin, his eyes grew darker, his breathing heavier. Just as the restless heat accompanying these repeated cycles was about to become uncontrollable, Tang Yang’s nose twitched. As if sensing something, she stuck out the tip of her tongue, and Jiang Shiyan’s fingers, resting on her lips, didn’t have time to dodge…
A brief touch of wet, warm softness.
The instant Tang Yang’s tongue tip licked Jiang Shiyan’s finger.