Chapter 67

Only after entering the elevator did she notice his palm wasn't warm.
Shuangyun said: "Why didn't you put on your coat?"
"I was in a hurry when I went out." Cheng Lang tightly held Shuangyun's hand.
In the elevator, there was no longer the passion from kissing outside just now. It was as if both were biding their time.
They calmly walked out of the elevator together, calmly walked into the apartment together.
The lock clicked. Shuangyun was tightly held again.
Shuangyun laughed.
Cheng Lang slightly bent his waist. His tightening arms made her both hurt and feel good. As if the more it hurt, the more he loved, so the more it hurt, the more comfortable she felt.
"I want to look at you." Shuangyun said.
Cheng Lang then loosened his arms and stood straight again.
His dark pupils were like ink poured onto Shuangyun, making Shuangyun feel his weight while being watched by him. New York's winter had arrived, right? Otherwise why was his nose bridge so cold?
Shuangyun's fingers gently stroked his nose bridge, also slowly moved to his cheek.
Cheng Lang involuntarily turned his face to better fit her palm. After a moment, he raised his hand and covered Shuangyun's hand that was stroking him.
Completely fitting his cheek, as if wanting to completely feel her.
Slowly turned his face, also silently kissed her palm.
A tingling current spread from her palm through Shuangyun's entire body in this second, making it hard for her to suppress the urge to be close to Cheng Lang.
"Cheng Lang, I want to kiss you." Shuangyun said. "Can we go to the sofa?"
As she spoke, she led Cheng Lang to the sofa.
She straddled him, lowered her head, nose tip to nose tip.
Neither closed their eyes, as if wanting to carefully see each other's every expression.
Cheng Lang asked: "This time... how long?"
Shuangyun laughed lightly.
"How long does Teacher Cheng hope?"
"I have no expectations." Cheng Lang said.
His expression was still calm, but made Shuangyun feel sadness in his words. Having expectations of Shuangyun was a high-risk thing. Cheng Lang would rather not expect, only accept.
Shuangyun knew she was "wicked through and through," so she didn't plan to make Cheng Lang sad anymore.
She said: "Teacher Cheng, I want to apply for a postdoc in James's group. If successful, I'll be here for at least two more years."
Cheng Lang quietly listened to her finish. His arms tightly held her, unmoving.
Shuangyun cupped his face with both hands and laughed: "Teacher Cheng doesn't look happy at all?"
Cheng Lang looked up and kissed Shuangyun the next second.
His arms tightened infinitely behind her, giving Shuangyun nowhere to escape.
The moment of shifting and going deeper also caught her off guard with no chance to breathe. Shuangyun moaned in oxygen deprivation, also panted rapidly with his permission.
Cheng Lang leaned against the sofa looking at Shuangyun.
He kissed very fiercely, so her lips became even more red. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from oxygen deprivation. Cheng Lang thought he was either drunk, had a fever, or had gone crazy.
"Shuangyun Liang, do you want to see me?" He asked.
Shuangyun hadn't answered yet. Cheng Lang loosened his arms holding her.
His fingers unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, the second button... all the way to the last button.
Shuangyun watched, flushed and heart racing, but just as she was about to raise her hand, heard Cheng Lang ask again: "Shuangyun Liang, what's our relationship now?"
Shuangyun's body had just heated up, then immediately took a sharp breath.
Help! He's doing it again!
As expected, good things weren't given for free. Buttons undone, person seduced, now he wanted to ask for status.
Shuangyun extended her tongue to moisten her dry lips and asked: "If I say we're friends, can I still touch you today?"
Cheng Lang said yes.
Shuangyun laughed in confusion.
"Then what does your question mean?"
Cheng Lang looked at her eyes and said: "If you say we're in a relationship, I can do more."
Why were his eyes so scorching? Saying such suggestive words, yet still so composed.