Chapter 283: I Didn't See Anything
Zhang Yang looked around. There were only two places he could hide—either under the snow-white blanket or behind the closed curtains. Nowhere else seemed possible.
But hiding under the blanket wasn't practical. The hotel staff had folded it perfectly, though there was an obvious indentation where Gao Qi had lain earlier, and a bathrobe she planned to wear later was neatly placed on top. If he hid under it, the bulge would be too obvious, and the bathrobe would shift. Gao Qi wasn't clueless—she would definitely notice.
So the only correct choice was hiding behind the curtains. Zhang Yang knew Gao Qi's habits well. Though she acted bold and carefree around the villa, after showering she usually ran out naked to put on underwear. But when it came to showing skin, she was actually very careful—she would never open the curtains unless absolutely necessary.
Since she was currently in the bathroom and would definitely change into the bathrobe afterwards, she wouldn't foolishly pull open the curtains and risk exposure.
So hiding behind the curtains was definitely the safer choice.
Zhang Yang tiptoed to the curtains. They were thick, dark purple-black, with a luxurious feel, reaching the floor and able to cover his feet. A corner of the room had a structural column, leaving a small pocket of space behind the curtain—just enough for a person to hide.
The sounds in the bathroom seemed to have stopped. Zhang Yang guessed she was either rubbing body wash onto her white skin or already done showering and drying off.
Zhang Yang quietly slipped behind the curtain and moved toward the corner. Even if a slight bulge appeared, it wouldn't be too obvious.
He held his breath as much as possible and steadied his breathing. Though he had seen Gao Qi's body before, imagining her panicked, hugging her full snow-white breasts and screaming after he scared her… Zhang Yang was genuinely looking forward to it.
After a while, the bathroom door finally opened—just as he expected.
A soft "creak," followed by the light rustling of footsteps on carpet—she was probably wearing the hotel's white disposable slippers.
The sound was faint, but Zhang Yang's hearing was sharp—he could easily tell where she was.
"Click!" He heard the room door being closed and locked. Zhang Yang thought for a moment.
When he slipped in earlier, he might have brought the door along but didn't fully close it. Apparently she didn't notice.
Good. With the door locked, when they started doing adult things later, they wouldn't need to worry about the door.
After locking the door, Gao Qi turned back and walked toward the bed—walking closer and closer to where he was hiding.
Would she discover him? Zhang Yang's heart pounded wildly behind the curtain. He almost rushed out to scare her—but then heard her footsteps shift away.
Then came a very soft sound—like clothing being loosened.
It was time!
Zhang Yang felt a surge of excitement.
He quickly yanked open the curtains and lunged toward the snow-white figure before him.
One quick glance—her back facing him, wearing only blue lace panties. Without thinking, Zhang Yang wrapped his arms around her voluptuous figure from behind and slid his hands upward, grabbing her full breasts without hesitation.
The feel was smooth! Firm! The little bud squeezed between his middle and ring fingers was like a newborn sprout…
His nose caught a faint, soul-stirring fragrance—partly the lingering scent of body wash, partly her natural scent. Combined with her silky white skin, a blazing fire shot up from his lower abdomen and consumed his whole body.
His hardened lower half pressed against her round perky butt. Even through the blue panties, the slightly damp warmth of her skin sent shocks through him.
Wait… As soon as he grabbed her breasts, Zhang Yang sensed something wrong. These were definitely not Gao Qi's. Hers were bigger, less firm, and the skin of the woman in his arms felt like premium silk—finer and smoother than Gao Qi's.
And her natural scent was different too—Gao Qi preferred rose perfume.
All of these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. At that moment, the woman in his arms let out a low scream, bent her arms sharply, twisted her waist, broke free of his grip, and turned—raising a long slender leg to kick him straight in the crotch. Hard. Fast. Accurate.
Even though Zhang Yang had quick reflexes, he was stunned by that familiar voice. The woman in front of him was Yang Fei! Not Gao Qi! He was doomed!
He froze, completely forgetting to dodge, as Yang Fei's snow-white leg whipped toward him.
"Zhang Yang?" She froze too upon seeing him, her slender leg stopping dead ten centimeters before hitting his crotch. Then she screamed again, withdrew her perfect long leg, squeezed her thighs together, bent her body, and covered her exposed breasts with her arms.
Even though she blocked the most important parts, Zhang Yang had already seen them clearly—the perfect pair rising proudly from her chest, firm like budding bamboo shoots, white as condensed milk, round and flawless. Even the pink buds… absolutely perfect.
He had seen many breasts before—top-tier ones too. Pan Ningning's firmness, Lulu's full plumpness, Qiao Xier's perfect roundness—but compared to Yang Fei, all paled. In color, shape, curve, size—she was the absolute pinnacle, like a flawless work of art.
Beneath the full, bouncy peaks was a slender waist; her flat smooth belly showed not a hint of excess flesh, even as she bent.
Connecting to that slim waist were beautifully curved hips. Her blue lace panties clung tightly as if custom-made, covering her most mysterious spot. Because the upper part had a lace cutout, Zhang Yang even caught a glimpse of faint black…
Below that was her pride—her long, beautiful legs. Even in short skirts or jeans, they were stunning, but now, bare and pressed together, her long straight snow-white thighs gleamed under the light—smooth like polished jade.
Yang Fei's gorgeous face flushed to her ears. Flustered, she hurriedly grabbed the towel she had dropped earlier to cover her naked upper body, stammering, "Y-you… hurry and get out!"
Zhang Yang's arousal had reached its limit, the bulge painfully obvious. He bent forward awkwardly, nodding and waving frantically. "I know, I know—I didn't see anything! I'm leaving right now… I swear I wasn't trying to see you, I thought you were Gao Qi…"
"Hmph!" Yang Fei's brows twisted, her cute nose quivering. She felt like crying. Why was she always bullied by him?
Just as Zhang Yang reached the door and was about to open it, someone knocked from outside.
"Feifei-jie…" Gao Qi's voice!
Zhang Yang froze. He turned to look at Yang Fei, who was panicking while clutching her towel. His hand stiffened on the doorknob.
Yang Fei was speechless. She came to Gao Qi's room only because the power was out in her own. She had borrowed the bathroom—and ended up in this disaster. Who would've thought Zhang Yang would sneak into Gao Qi's room to ambush her? And Gao Qi had forgotten to close the door when she left! What terrible luck.
And of all times—why did Gao Qi have to come back now?
She looked down at her nearly naked body; if Gao Qi walked in now and saw both her and Zhang Yang inside… how could she not misunderstand?
"Feifei-jie, are you done showering?"
Gao Qi knocked again and asked.
"Uh… almost." Yang Fei answered casually while glaring at Zhang Yang with her beautiful eyes, urging him to think of something.
"Oh, then I'll wait here at the door."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang and Yang Fei exchanged horrified looks…
"Quick, get back into the bathroom." Zhang Yang whispered, glancing at her trembling breasts behind the towel. Even though they were covered, their peaks poked through the soft towel. And the towel barely covered her perky butt—each step lifted the hem, exposing flashes of her blue lace panties.
Yang Fei felt utterly miserable. In a situation like this, she had no time to fight with Zhang Yang and could only follow his instructions. But seeing herself nearly naked again made her even more distraught. She rushed to the bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and ran into the bathroom.
After closing the door, she cracked it open again and pointed toward the front door, clenching her fists, her brows tightly knitted, whispering like a mosquito, "I don't care—don't let Gao Qi find out. If she knows, don't ever think about seeing me again."
Damn… wasn't that a little too harsh? Zhang Yang felt black lines fall over his face.