Chapter 21

Men like Cheng Lang couldn't be pursued too closely. If he hadn't figured it out himself, pushing step by step would only make him retreat.
This was the first time Shuangyun had this kind of patience. She thought, if it weren't because she was near graduation with nothing much to do, perhaps she wouldn't have this patience.
Or maybe, Cheng Lang was worth it?
His arms automatically opening in the break room had given the answer before his reason. Shuangyun walked to a bar near the apartment and went in.
She found a street-side seat and slowly drank her drink.
The city center at night was very lively, with people coming and going. Not far away, someone was playing guitar and singing. The bar was near Shuangyun's apartment, so she wasn't worried about her safety.
The low-alcohol drink warmed her body.
Shuangyun cleared her mind while listening to music. She liked her life—free and easy. Do what you want, no one or anything restricting you. Of course, there were also many rumors trying to slander her, but Shuangyun thought, their words only had meaning when they revolved around her, which also made their own lives seem pathetic.
If a person doesn't build a life centered on themselves, they haven't really lived.
After finishing two drinks, Shuangyun felt she'd reached her limit. She didn't like taking risks. Everything stayed within bounds.
After paying, she walked back to the apartment.
That was the second time Shuangyun ran into Cheng Lang in the apartment building.
Was it that whenever she drank, she could meet Cheng Lang?
He seemed to have just gotten off work, still carrying his computer.
But he didn't actively greet her. The two stood together waiting at the elevator.
The elevator came. Cheng Lang held the door with his hand, letting her enter first.
After entering, Cheng Lang still didn't speak.
Shuangyun stood behind him, watching the white shirt outline his broad frame.
"I lied just now." Shuangyun spoke.
Cheng Lang didn't turn around, but she knew he was listening.
"You asked if I was waiting for you for something. I said no." Shuangyun had been drinking, but her mind was still clear. Her words became slower than usual because she knew speaking this way was more seductive than usual.
She also deliberately put long silences between words, making him wait, making him anticipate.
"I was waiting for you because," Shuangyun said, "I wanted to talk to you."
The 10th floor elevator door opened. Cheng Lang stood still for a moment, then still stepped out.
Shuangyun grabbed his hand.
Cheng Lang's body stiffened. Shuangyun followed him out.
No one's steps stopped. Cheng Lang opened his apartment door, then closed it.
He raised his hand to turn on the light, but in the next second Shuangyun turned it off.
He knew what would happen, but he couldn't stop his forward steps.
It seemed like every time Shuangyun appeared, it would amplify his instinctive desires even more.
Didn't he have the ability to see through Shuangyun's trap? But why did his arms seem to be waiting for her arrival as if in anticipation?
Why, when she grabbed his hand, couldn't he shake her off?
What was this?
Cheng Lang didn't know.
This kind of relationship had never appeared in the categories Cheng Lang recognized. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, let alone husband and wife. So why was Shuangyun in his apartment?
Why would he allow Shuangyun to be in his apartment?
But in that instant, Shuangyun had already stood on tiptoe and hugged Cheng Lang.
He thought, she was deliberately not letting him see clearly. Everything was blurred, undefined, so there was no position or space for judgment.
Shuangyun kissed Cheng Lang's lips.
His body was still stiff, his breathing trembling with disbelief.
But he didn't push her away.
Shuangyun's fingers threaded through his hair and also kissed the earlobe on the side of his face.
Heavy breathing fell on Shuangyun's neck and shoulders. Shuangyun kissed his lips again.
Cheng Lang responded very lightly.
Shuangyun also responded lightly. She was very patient and very skilled.
Sucking Cheng Lang's lips, also offering her tongue.
Cheng Lang's arms tightened behind her.
They were still standing at the door, but their positions had changed.
No need to define, no need to clarify. At this moment, everything followed instinct.
Shuangyun was held slightly leaning back. Cheng Lang's kisses became heavier. The arms tightening behind her made Shuangyun occasionally let out soft moans, also making her chest press into Cheng Lang's front.
Shuangyun raised her face. The kisses naturally fell on her neck.
She turned her head and saw the dining table position in the darkness, guiding Cheng Lang to sit in the chair.
Cheng Lang raised his head from the kiss. He was sitting in the chair, and Shuangyun had her legs spread, sitting on his lap.
In the brief gap, Cheng Lang seemed about to wake from desire. Shuangyun lowered her head and kissed him again.