Chapter 18

When they reached the 26th floor, only the two of them remained in the elevator.
Shuangyun wanted to hop out in the elevator. Cheng Lang turned and picked her up.
It was just a few steps to her apartment door. Cheng Lang set Shuangyun down on the ground.
"Thank you, Teacher Cheng." Shuangyun said.
As she spoke, she turned to open the door. "I won't invite you in?"
Cheng Lang took two steps back. "You're welcome. I'm leaving first."
He walked toward the elevator and quickly heard the apartment door close.
Cheng Lang didn't get on the elevator. He turned and re-entered the fire stairs.
Shuangyun returned home and really wanted to use her toy. Being held by him for a while had made her body restless.
She thought, would Cheng Lang be like this in bed too? Uncontrollable heartbeat, and ears that always turned red.
His body was always very warm. The muscles she'd touched several times displayed silent strength.
Shuangyun lay on the sofa looking at the ceiling.
She thought, if she closed the net quickly, would Cheng Lang escape?
The doorbell rang after who knows how long. Shuangyun straightened her dress and hopped to the door to answer the intercom. The screen showed Cheng Lang pressing the doorbell, and he was holding her crutch.
Her heart racing, Shuangyun pressed the door open button.
A few minutes later, Cheng Lang knocked on her door.
Shuangyun opened the door and saw Cheng Lang holding the crutch she'd thrown away.
"Your crutch." Cheng Lang said.
Shuangyun's eyes smiled as she reached out to take it. "I didn't expect you to help me find it. Thank you."
Cheng Lang turned to leave, but then turned back.
"I found it on the lawn outside the apartment building, not in the fire stairs."
Shuangyun also nodded without changing expression. "Yes, I dropped it there."
"You said you dropped it in the fire stairs."
"I remembered wrong."
"When I carried you down, that lawn was far from us."
Shuangyun still answered smoothly: "I threw it away on purpose."
Cheng Lang looked at her. He couldn't understand Shuangyun.
Didn't understand her being close then distant, suddenly making ambiguous moves, then disappearing without a trace.
But looking at her now, he felt even more unable to look away than earlier. Was it because her home only had one dim floor lamp on? Or because her gaze seemed to shimmer with moisture? Or because she answered so smoothly without fear?
She'd thrown it on the lawn on purpose.
Such a bold Shuangyun.
She wore a light yellow dress, wearing a pure, beautiful mask, making ambiguous moves, honestly admitting a trick that could be easily exposed.
But Cheng Lang still asked her: "Why?"
Why? Didn't he know why?
Why did he have to ask when he already knew?
Would he be like this in bed too? Seeing her expression but pretending not to understand, forcing her to tell him whether it felt good?
Shuangyun wanted to close the net quickly. She wanted to sleep with him, wanted to know what he was really like in bed.
"You're asking me why? What about you?" Shuangyun said.
"Why did you know my calf was fractured?"
"Why did you go ask around?"
"And why did you run upstairs to carry me?"
"Landon, you answer me first. Why?"