The address Shen Yutong sent had a detailed house number, so there was no need for Zhou Wang to consult the owner.
Arriving at room 202, the door was the type with a latch, but strangely, it was ajar. Zhou Wang didn’t barge in recklessly but knocked first.
"Come in, the door’s not locked!"
Inside, a clear female voice was heard. The voice was familiar, but it seemed not to be Su Yajing’s...
Zhou Wang didn’t think much about it and pushed the door open.
Directly facing the door was a living room bathed in the sunset, with a pink yoga mat spread out.
On the yoga mat, a girl wearing a small sling and yoga shorts was twisting her leg in an unconventional exercise pose, directly facing Zhou Wang.
The pose was hard to describe—it was essentially her head resting on the yoga mat, the entire body flipping forward using her neck as a pivot, and holding her leg bends with her hands.
Shape-wise, it resembled a closed "M."
In this position, the girl curled into a ball, her face upwards, able to see her own mouth...
Zhou Wang saw it too, with a very clear view.
"Shen Yutong, what are you doing..."
Zhou Wang instantly recognized the girl, and after a moment of shock, couldn’t help but speak.
Equally shocked, Shen Yutong’s face flushed instantly, but in her haste, she got herself stuck and couldn’t flip over.
Concerned she might get hurt, Zhou Wang hurried to assist, grabbing both her ankles and pulling, helping her to relax.
"Sorry, Zhou Wang... I thought it was Ranran knocking, so..."
Blushing, Shen Yutong lowered her head and quietly explained.
From an angle he couldn’t see, aside from shyness in Shen Yutong’s eyes, there was a hint of a triumphant smile.
Especially after glancing at Zhou Wang’s taut pant legs, that little smugness became more apparent...
"I should be the one apologizing. Was that yoga just now? Impressive, you can even do such difficult moves."
Zhou Wang didn’t think much about it, just laughed and said, "By the way, why are you here?"
When he asked Shen Yutong, he didn’t know she was also present.
"I came the day before yesterday, mainly to visit Ranran and also to relax."
Brushing her hair back, Shen Yutong explained, "When you asked for Ranran’s address, I thought you were sending her something. I didn’t expect... you’d show up suddenly."
As the saying goes, the more you say, the more mistakes you make. Originally, without this line from Shen Yutong, Zhou Wang wouldn’t have imagined anything.
But it was precisely her "unnecessary explanations" that made the insightful Zhou Wang notice certain overlooked details.
Firstly, there was no obvious sweat on Shen Yutong’s forehead, indicating she hadn’t been exercising before and only started when he arrived...
Secondly, a person exercising shouldn’t have a full face of makeup, right?
Although her makeup wasn’t heavy, Zhou Wang could still discern the meticulous touches.
Also, most importantly, two points—
While Shen Yutong wondered why Zhou Wang suddenly fell silent, she felt him draw nearer and gently blow in her ear.
"Are you... not wearing a bra?"
Shen Yutong looked down at her small sling top.
In an instant, her face turned from flushed to completely red.
Actually, Zhou Wang misunderstood these two most crucial points.
She indeed learned Zhou Wang might come and had been pacing by the window all afternoon.
Indeed, her yoga pose was deliberate, and switching long pants for shorts was intentional too...
But forgetting to wear a bra wasn’t on purpose.
Today, she hadn’t planned to go out, also due to the weather—sweating while exercising would be uncomfortable, so Shen Yutong merely reduced constraints out of habit.
Because of the mental distraction that afternoon, she forgot her current state.
Shen Yutong couldn’t clearly articulate why she orchestrated such a scene. Ever since that conversation with Zhou Wang, she hadn’t fully sorted out her feelings.
Even now, it was a peculiar psychological urge, perhaps wanting to test if she had any attraction to Zhou Wang.
But it seemed... she went too far.
Feeling Zhou Wang’s large hand wrap around her smooth waist and continued upward as if to verify something, Shen Yutong’s body suddenly stiffened.
"Zhou... Zhou Wang..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
Before she could decide whether to struggle, the door suddenly made a noise. "Huh, I thought I just closed it... Tongtong?"
Feeling a loosened grip around her waist, before regaining her senses, Zhou Wang was already up and took a few steps forward.
So as the just-crossed-the-threshold Su Yajing saw Zhou Wang smiling at her.
Su Yajing stood there in a daze for several seconds, then screamed, rushing into Zhou Wang’s arms.
The impact was strong; Zhou Wang felt uncomfortable from the collision, but he didn’t show it, merely supporting Su Yajing’s coiled-around legs, letting her cling to him.
For a moment, Su Yajing said nothing, only frantically kissed Zhou Wang.
Noticing the still-fading hickey, she didn’t care about it at all, just continually venting her pent-up longing through her soft lips.