Shen Yihan had been raised to be a gentleman—polite and respectful toward others. Even after his parents passed away, his sister instilled the same values in him.
He never imagined staying over so soon after confirming their relationship.
The question caught him off guard.
But Jiang Tang believed that adult relationships should cut to the chase. If they weren’t compatible in that aspect, all the time spent in between would just be a waste.
Still, if Shen Yihan wasn’t willing, she wouldn’t force him.
"You don’t have to if you don’t want to."
Shen Yihan met her cool, beautiful gaze, and in an instant, reason abandoned him. "I’m willing."
Jiang Tang’s lips curled slightly. "Good. I don’t have any men’s toiletries or pajamas here, so I’ll order them."
After placing the delivery request, she said, "Wait in the living room. I’ll shower first."
Originally a three-bedroom apartment, Jiang Tang had converted it into two rooms, leaving the living area much more spacious.
Yet, sitting on the sofa, Shen Yihan could clearly hear the sound of running water from the bedroom.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. His left hand unconsciously twisted the Buddhist beads on his right wrist.
But his breathing grew ragged anyway, his pulse racing.
This was his first relationship—and his first time staying overnight with a girlfriend.
He never expected both to happen on the same day.
Buzz—
His phone, left on the sofa, vibrated.
Startled, he picked it up and saw a message from his sister.
"Buddha’s disciple of the capital, where’d you go? Fourth Brother said you didn’t come home today."
Shen Yihan typed: "I’m in Jingnan."
After a brief hesitation, he decided to tell her about Jiang Tang.
He hadn’t mentioned it earlier while pursuing her, afraid his sister would laugh if he failed.
But before he could send the message, she replied:
"Went to see my Jiang Tang, didn’t you? Tsk."
Shen Yihan’s eyes widened. "How did you know?"
Lin Mo: "Jiang Tang told me ages ago. Xie Guanyan and I even bet on whether you’d succeed—looks like I won!"
Lin Mo was lounging on a set of eight-pack abs as she replied.
Shen Yihan was a hopeless romantic.
But if it was for Jiang Tang, she approved.
Because she adored Jiang Tang too.
Shen Yihan sent: "What was the bet?"
Lin Mo’s cheeks warmed. "That’s none of your business! Dismissed!"
Shen Yihan frowned.
Why the secrecy?
Then it hit him, and he scoffed.
His sister was being corrupted by Xie Guanyan again.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
It had to be Jiang Tang’s delivery.
Shen Yihan stood and opened the door, accepting the bag. "Thanks."
After closing the door, he checked the contents: a toothbrush, men’s slippers, face wash, pajamas…
And a box of condoms.
Shen Yihan: "..."
Jiang Tang usually showered quickly.
But today, she was nervous too.
She took her time with a full-body skincare routine before stepping out.
As soon as she emerged, she saw Shen Yihan entering the bedroom, his black pajamas clinging to him, his hair still damp.
There was no need for pretense now.
He wouldn’t pretend to retreat to the guest room.
His gaze landed on her—milk-colored silk slip dress, effortlessly sensual.
Her long hair, already dried, cascaded over her shoulders.
With one hand still wearing the Buddhist beads, Shen Yihan closed the bedroom door and strode toward her.
Jiang Tang instinctively stepped back, but his arm hooked around her waist, pulling her close.
"Don’t run," he murmured, voice rough.
She lifted her head, meeting his dark eyes.
His large hand gripped her waist firmly as he leaned down, capturing her lips.
Jiang Tang closed her eyes, her cool composure melting into a flush.
……
The results were clear.
Shen Yihan met Jiang Tang’s expectations.
In every way.
After their second round,
Jiang Tang lay in his arms, toying with his black Buddhist beads.
She’d wanted to touch them for so long but never dared.
Shen Yihan gazed down at her, hesitating before asking, "Jiang Tang… you didn’t agree to be with me just because of my sister, did you?"
Everything had moved so fast. And Lin Mo said Jiang Tang had told her long ago.
Jiang Tang laughed, her smile like winter frost melting away.
"No, Shen Yihan. I really like you."
Maybe she had, long before she even realized it.
His tension dissolved. "Good."
Unable to resist, he rolled over and kissed her again.
But Jiang Tang pushed him back, the beads in her fingers pressing uncomfortably into his skin.
He paused, desire still dark in his eyes. "What’s wrong?"
She turned away, pulling the covers over herself. "No more. I have work tomorrow."
Shen Yihan: "..."
He chuckled helplessly. "Fine."
What could he do if his girlfriend was this career-driven?
Spoil her, of course.
They were two independent, fully realized souls who understood each other perfectly.
They were a perfect match.
And they would be happy.
—The End—
