Chapter 55

Shuangyun thought, if it were her old self, she would have immediately pounced on him.
No matter the complications between them, her desires would definitely come first.
But Shuangyun, in the midst of instinctive impulses, tasted a trace of bitterness.
Cheng Lang's muscles were very well-built, the kind she liked—toned but not exaggerated at all. But why did this powerful body displayed before her make her feel it was so fragile?
He clearly hadn't said or done anything.
In the quiet bedroom, Shuangyun also carefully controlled her breathing.
She looked at Cheng Lang and found she could no longer treat him like before, as an incomplete person.
Only seeing the body she wanted, while ignoring his sincerity and emotions.
His body was powerful, but his emotions were full of fragility because of Shuangyun's neglect.
And at this moment, Cheng Lang actively gave up his other half, becoming that incomplete person Shuangyun had liked before.
His restrained hugs, his always-there companionship, and everything she'd just seen with her own eyes that he'd prepared for her.
Cheng Lang's emotions were too pure, pure like refined iron, burning hot in bright red. Shuangyun simply couldn't ignore it.
After a long quiet, Shuangyun walked forward.
She reached out and touched Cheng Lang's abs, but didn't go up.
"Really well-built, Teacher Cheng. Want to guide me in working out sometime?"
Cheng Lang looked down at Shuangyun. He seemed somewhat surprised, and quickly understood her meaning.
She no longer only treated him as a sleeping partner. She didn't want him to do this.
But... did this also mean she actually didn't want to sleep with him anymore?
Then... did she still like him?
His thoughts were a mess. Cheng Lang could only put his clothes back on first.
The home didn't have lavish meals prepared. Cheng Lang hadn't known Shuangyun was coming beforehand.
Shuangyun wasn't picky. She looked in his refrigerator and ordered two simple dishes.
Cheng Lang was very skilled. He made dinner.
In a similar apartment, the same two people, but Shuangyun felt their relationship was no longer what it had been before.
But Cheng Lang's cooking was still as good as always. Shuangyun rarely ate so much.
After dinner, it was already very late. Shuangyun said she wanted to go back to the hotel to rest.
Cheng Lang didn't try to keep her. He went downstairs with her.
The hotel wasn't far from the apartment. After sending Shuangyun back, Cheng Lang returned home alone.
Shuangyun sent Cheng Lang some places she wanted to visit next and asked if he had time. Cheng Lang said he had four weeks of annual leave he could use for her. Shuangyun cheerfully accepted, but she wouldn't need that long.
For the next few days, Cheng Lang took Shuangyun around New York. She didn't have much interest in famous tourist spots. The only thing she really liked was spending a whole day at the Metropolitan Museum.
Shuangyun looked very slowly. Cheng Lang followed by her side. Sometimes they'd discuss quietly. Cheng Lang didn't completely understand or agree with all of Shuangyun's views, but Shuangyun liked discussing with him.
Because Cheng Lang was always very sincere. You wouldn't think he was denying you to hurt you. You were certain he was just expressing his own views. Communicating with Cheng Lang was a very comfortable thing.
Eating, shopping, working, sleeping—all the same.
Shuangyun no longer only viewed Cheng Lang from a sexual perspective, and thus saw more of Cheng Lang.
New York was very large, and also very small. In a week's time, they'd slowly and leisurely seen most of it.
Cheng Lang asked if she wanted to go hiking in the mountains. Autumn was when the scenery was most beautiful.
Shuangyun rested at the hotel for two days, then set off hiking with Cheng Lang.
Starting from downtown, it was about an hour's drive. There was only one hiking trail, about four miles long.
The entire mountain was covered with golden and red maples. Before even reaching the summit, Shuangyun anticipated how beautiful the scenery would be.