Chapter 156: That Most Enchanting Feeling
"Mm…" Yang Jing hesitated, her expression still full of uncertainty. But soon, she made up her mind and whispered softly, "Can you go buy me a pack of sanitary pads? My period came early."
"Uh…" Zhang Yang froze. Her period? How did a scene like this end up happening to him?
Of course, he knew that when that time of the month came, nothing could stop it. Yang Jing must be feeling incredibly awkward. She couldn't go out to buy it herself and had probably been hesitating in the bathroom for a long time before asking him. No wonder there'd been a long stretch of silence in there.
"Alright, got it. Wait for me."
"Mm!" Yang Jing's face was flushed red as she quickly hid back in the bathroom.
Having bought condoms before, Zhang Yang wasn't fazed this time. He went downstairs, found a nearby convenience store, and calmly bought two packs—one for daytime, one for nighttime use.
When he came back upstairs, he was stunned—he'd forgotten his room card, and the door had shut behind him.
He had no choice but to knock. After a while, Yang Jing realized what was happening and shyly opened the door for him before darting back into the bathroom.
As she opened the door, Zhang Yang accidentally caught a glimpse of her. The moment she slipped into the bathroom, her robe lifted slightly—she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath. He only caught sight of her long, fair legs.
After handing her the pads, Yang Jing seemed to calm down. She chuckled softly. "Pretty thoughtful, huh? Hehe, guess I didn't dote on you for nothing."
She came out wearing a bathrobe and a shower cap, her body carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance. She walked over, glanced at his laptop, and asked casually, "Heading back to Meining tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Lingguang One's official clinical validation starts tomorrow—there'll probably be tons of media coverage. But I'll need your help, Sister Jing. Gao Qi's father is one of the patients, so I have to go too."
"Oh, fine, I'll go. After all, I'm your sister, right?" Yang Jing stretched lazily, took off her shower cap, and let her long hair drape over her chest. She gave him a look and said, "Aren't you going to shower?"
Zhang Yang looked down at himself. After the fight at the bar, he was indeed a mess.
But the way she asked sounded a bit ambiguous. With his desire already burning, Zhang Yang grinned and said, "And what happens after I shower?"
Yang Jing hadn't expected that. Her face flushed red, and she shot him a glare. After a brief pause, she smiled faintly and asked, "Then what do you want to happen?"
That answer made the entire room fill with a hazy, tender atmosphere—a strange tension of unspoken desire flowing between them.
"I'll go shower!" Seeing her blushing, beautiful face and the way her thin robe barely hid her curves, Zhang Yang was afraid he'd lose control, so he quickly found an excuse to escape into the bathroom.
When he came out, Yang Jing had turned off the lights and was lying on the bed watching TV.
Seeing him, she hastily switched channels, turned her head away, and said calmly, "Go to sleep. We have to wake up early for the flight."
Zhang Yang hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."
He got on the bed too, though his hair was still damp. He leaned back against the headboard, waiting for it to dry.
"We're going back tomorrow… time sure flies," Yang Jing murmured softly, her face turned away.
"Yeah, it does." Zhang Yang looked at her graceful back, her delicate curves under the blanket. A soft wave rippled in his heart—he wanted to hold her.
They both fell silent. After a while, just as Zhang Yang thought she was asleep, Yang Jing shifted, lying on her back now. Her beautiful eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning toward him. Her lips parted slightly. "Yangzi, what does being in love feel like?"
Zhang Yang froze slightly. What does it feel like?
He wasn't sure—was it the mutual understanding he had with Lulu? The wild passion he shared with Gao Qi? Or the deep connection he had with Qiao Xier, where they worked together and trusted each other with their lives?
He didn't know.
Maybe he even missed the peaceful comfort of being with a goddess like Yang Fei, or the subtle attraction he felt around a mature beauty like Yang Jing—the allure of a taboo love.
In the end, perhaps every man's heart carried an endless greed for wanting more.
As he looked at Yang Jing, a strange tenderness stirred inside him. She should've enjoyed a youthful romance like every girl, but thanks to that bastard Xie Long, her best years had been wasted.
She wasn't just a mature beauty—she was a woman betrayed by time.
"Sister Jing…" Zhang Yang hesitated before speaking.
"Mm." Yang Jing was quiet for a while before softly responding. Maybe she had already guessed what he wanted to say—half expecting, half afraid.
"I want to hold you." After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Yang finally said it. His gaze was warm—maybe it was the heater, or maybe he genuinely wanted to embrace her.
Yang Jing's body trembled slightly. She buried her head under the blanket for a moment, then, as if summoning all her courage, whispered faintly, "Mm."
Then she shifted slightly toward the wall, leaving a space beside her.
Zhang Yang thought for a moment, then slipped under her blanket and lay beside her, their bodies touching.
He could clearly feel her trembling. Her robe wasn't thick, though he'd noticed earlier she was wearing thermal underwear underneath.
"Don't cross the line," Yang Jing whispered softly.
As for what she meant by that, she didn't say. Zhang Yang didn't push it. He simply slid his left arm over her shoulder, careful not to touch her chest, and wrapped it gently around her from behind.
He held her softly.
He could feel her back arch slightly, her body tensing for a moment.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance drifted from her hair and neck—it was part perfume, part her natural scent, with a hint of sweetness that stirred his senses.
They lay there quietly, saying nothing, yet both could clearly hear the quickening rhythm of each other's heartbeat.
"Sister Jing, you're on your period. I couldn't possibly do anything, right?"
Yang Jing didn't reply. Facing away from him, a gentle smile appeared on her lips. Of course I know.
Seeing she didn't respond, Zhang Yang hesitated, then asked, "Have you ever been kissed before?"