Chapter 177
Jiang You, upon hearing this, felt reassured and allowed him to do as he pleased.
Song Yun's eyelashes seemed to freeze in mid-air, and her pupils looked like holes filled with light.
Light filtering through the curtains cast a warm golden line on the sheets, swaying gently in the breeze and ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead. The man's kiss first landed on her smooth forehead, then slowly traveled down her nose, finally settling on her lips, carrying a light, warm touch.
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Song Yun's voice was low and husky, tinged with tenderness.
Just as she was about to respond, he captured her lips again, silencing all her words, leaving only the soft touch of their tongues.
The sunset outside the window had already painted the sky a vibrant orange, like half a can of paint had been splashed on it. Even the wind carried tiny specks of gold, making the whole room feel warm and cozy. In the bathroom, Song Yun sat on a low stool with a small basin in front of him. He was hunched over, his long, slender, white fingers, covered in fine foam, carefully washing a pair of women's panties, his movements as gentle as if he were afraid of damaging some precious treasure.
A knock suddenly sounded at the door. He frowned almost imperceptibly, put down the underwear he was holding, rinsed the soap off his hands, and then turned to walk towards the door.
The woman, her body propped up by the blankets, slept soundly, unmoved even by the knocking on the door.
Song Yun's expressionless face softened as he picked up the tablet.
Has the food arrived? Probably not, he told his people not to knock, but to send a message instead.
Song Yun thought to herself without any emotion, "Oh, it's my ex-husband."
I don't understand. Why come back after breaking up? So openly. Isn't society supposed to be all about morality and shame these days?
Back then, he always did it secretly; Jiang You never allowed him to meet Xia Yan.
At this moment, Song Yun became emotional. She pursed her thin lips, and a feeling of injustice spread in her heart, fermenting into a sour bubble.
What are the chances of her getting back together with her ex-boyfriend? Even a 0.01% chance makes him anxious.
I don't want Jiang You and Xia Yan to meet.
Song Yun repeatedly bit her lower lip and then released it. The knocking on the door grew louder and louder, and the woman on the bed groaned in dissatisfaction, showing signs of waking up.
He had no choice but to walk forward, but just as he was about to reach the door, he turned back.
The room was heated, and she was wearing a thin gray sweatshirt and khaki pants that reached her knees.
Song Yun went to the bathroom mirror and took off her top, revealing her chest and back covered in ambiguous marks.
The daily workouts have paid off; my abs aren't exaggerated, but they have a youthful leanness with subtly visible tendon lines.
Two sexy V-lines on the sides of the waist, like the traces left by birds skimming the water, quietly disappear into the edge of the low-rise pants.
Song Yun looked in the mirror for a moment, then wet her hands and picked up the underwear from the basin.
As Xia Yan opened the door, her hand that had been knocking paused. Her amber eyes swept over the marks on his chest, and the distant, faint smile on her face completely disappeared.
"Looking for Youyou?" Song Yun, like a honey badger, completely oblivious to the man about to explode, said nonchalantly, "She's tired and sleeping. I'll pass on any message to her."
Song Yun: "Hmm? Hurry up and tell me, I still need to wash Youyou's pants."
His voice carried a hint of doting pride in Youyou.
At this moment, Xia Yan saw the underwear in Song Yun's hand.
Bang!
Jiang You suddenly woke up from his sleep and sat up. What came into view was Song Yun flying in through the door, crashing to the ground, and sliding a distance.
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