blueteamnovel Chapter 35 Birthday Night
Chapter 35 Birthday Night
Li Si'an pulled Tang Yun inside, then turned around and pulled down the roller shutter door, locking it in.
Then, taking Tang Yun's hand, he led her upstairs.
The lights were off on the second floor, but the windows were open, and moonlight streamed in, making the room appear hazy.
The shadows of the trees in Zizhuyuan Park swayed outside the window, and when the wind blew, the shadows moved erratically on the wall.
Li Si'an placed the small cake on the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a lighter. She unwrapped it, inserted two small candles—two numbers, "1" and "8," crookedly placed on the cream.
With a "pop," a flame leaped up. He lit them one by one. The candlelight was dim, adding to the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
Tang Yun stood by the bed, her sundress bathed in the warm candlelight. Her face was flushed, whether from the candlelight or something else, it was hard to tell.
"Make a wish," Li Si'an said.
Tang Yun glanced at him, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands in front of her chest. Her eyelashes trembled, her lips moved slightly, and then she opened her eyes and blew out all the candles in one breath.
The smoke rose, carrying a scent of cream and burnt candle wick.
"What did you wish for?" Li Si'an asked.
"I'm not telling you." Tang Yun lowered her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "If I tell you, it won't work."
The candlelight went out, and moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her face in a half-light, half-shadow.
Her mixed-race features were particularly striking under this light—high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a straight, prominent nose.
But what he couldn't take his eyes off were her lips.
The peak of her upper lip was clearly defined, while her lower lip was slightly thicker than her upper lip, and it was slightly pursed, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.
Li Si'an looked at her, feeling like the string in her heart was about to snap.
He had been waiting for this day for almost a year. Ever since last spring when they were rehearsing "The Butterfly Lovers," the moment his hand touched her waist, she would unconsciously tremble slightly.
He knew then that this girl's sensitivity to touch was unmatched by anyone else.
It wasn't that she was deliberately putting on an act; it was a natural physiological reaction.
Like a mimosa plant, she is naturally pure and gentle. She will instinctively shrink back when touched, and her whole being exudes a natural gentleness and softness.
At that time, he wondered what it would be like if one day she could rest comfortably in his arms.
Now, that day has come.
"Tang Yun." His throat tightened a little.
"Um."
"Happy birthday."
Tang Yun kept her head down and didn't look at him, her voice soft: "Thank you."
Li Si'an walked over and stood in front of her. The candlelight flickered between them, casting their shadows onto the wall, where they overlapped. He reached out, pinched her chin, and lifted it up.
Tang Yun was forced to tilt her head back, meeting his eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips pursed, then relaxed.
He lowered his head and kissed him.
……
(Turn on the light)
Li Si'an was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.
Not just one, but a whole flock. There are many trees over at Zizhuyuan Park, and sparrows, magpies, and grey magpies chatter incessantly on the branches as soon as it gets light.
He opened his eyes but didn't move. The moonlight was long gone, replaced by the bright sun. Its white light squeezed in through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright line on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Tang Yun was still asleep. She was lying on her side, facing him, with one hand curled up on the pillow and the other hand resting on his chest.
His hair was scattered all over the pillow, with a few strands sticking to his arm, tickling him. His eyelashes were long, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was light and slow. The blanket had slipped down to his shoulders, revealing a section of his collarbone and smooth, white shoulders.
Li Si'an just stared at her. Morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains and fell on her.
Beneath the thin blanket, her figure was subtly outlined yet clearly defined. Her shoulders were slender, her waist graceful, and the curves of her hips and waist were naturally flowing, creating a soft and smooth silhouette.
She is nearly 1.72 meters tall, with long, straight legs.
Her figure, shaped by years of dance training, is well-proportioned and graceful, with firm yet smooth muscles, full and strong thighs, rounded and beautiful calves, delicate and exquisite knees, and slender ankles that can be easily grasped.
He remembered what he had seen last night before the lights were on—that waist, how thin was it? He could touch his thumbs with his two hands on it.
I knew my breasts were big (D cup) when I was wearing my workout clothes, but when I took them off, I realized they were not only big, but also well-shaped, full, and perky, and I couldn't hide them.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: What great virtue must he have accumulated in his past life?
Oh, right, I must have done something terrible in my past life. I'm just a programmer, working overtime every day, and I haven't even seen a girlfriend yet.
I've had pure luck in this life—transmigration gave me a good appearance, the system gave me a good body, and then I met Tang Yun.
Well, being lucky is a skill in itself.
He couldn't help but recall what happened last night. Not the details—he could keep those images to himself. What he was recalling was "Tang Yun's appearance."
Tang Yun's physique. He knew it from the very first time they staged "The Butterfly Lovers"—this girl's constitution was probably different from others.
It trembles at the slightest touch, and softens with each tremor, as if countless strings were buried beneath its skin; a gentle pluck produces a sound.
Last night, he completely confirmed his guess. And he confirmed it three times in total.
To be honest, he had intended to hold back a bit, since it was Tang Yun's first time.
He kept telling himself—he had to cherish her, take it slow, and not ruin her life.
But Tang Yun was so shaky; she would tremble at the slightest touch, then shrink into his arms, whimpering softly. After that, she would look at him with her grayish-green eyes, watery and like a little deer.
Who could withstand that? He felt that no man with a healthy body could withstand it.
Three times.
Once I couldn't resist, twice I couldn't hold back, and the third time—forget it, I won't make excuses, I just craved it.
In his past life, he had seen a post online that said there was a type of woman called a "natural beauty" whose body was several times more sensitive to touch than the average person.
What others perceive as a light touch can be magnified tenfold on them.
He thought at the time that it was just something the writer made up. Now he knows it wasn't made up at all.
There really are such people; Tang Yun is one of them.
Her reaction wasn't feigned; it was a tremor that welled up from the very marrow of her bones, completely involuntary, like an electric shock, that couldn't be faked.
Her eyes, her voice, her trembling shoulders as she nestled in his arms—everything seemed to passionately tell him: this body was made for him.
Thinking of this, Li Si'an couldn't help but smirk. He'd spent twenty years typing in his past life; in this life, he was finally typing something different.
That's a steal!
Tang Yun stirred, her eyelashes fluttering, but she didn't wake up. She unconsciously nuzzled his chest, like a kitten kneading, and then fell asleep again.
Li Si'an didn't move, just lay there, letting her lean against him.
The birdsong outside the window gradually faded into the distance. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Tang Yun's hair with a faint golden glow.
He mentally planned out what would happen today.
Nan Jie is in charge of the shop, so he doesn't need to worry about anything. He just needs to go to Xiushui Street this afternoon; he had an appointment with Wen Kai to pick up some goods from him.
He looked down at Tang Yun again; she was still asleep, her lips slightly upturned, and he wondered what she was dreaming about.