SWDnovel Chapter 174 Wang Ou
Chapter 174 Wang Ou
The two left the banquet hall one after the other.
The corridor was carpeted in dark red, and the soft glow of the wall lamps cast a warm glow. Wang Ou walked beside him, her champagne-colored skirt swaying gently with each step, her high heels making a very faint thud on the carpet.
The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped inside.
Wang Ou pressed the button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.
In the cramped space, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. She stood beside him, her head slightly lowered, revealing a section of her fair nape.
The parking lot was quiet, with the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance.
Wang Ou followed behind him, the sound of her high heels particularly clear in the empty parking lot.
Fu Yibai opened the car door, and Wang Ou sat in the passenger seat, her hands folded on her knees, her skirt spreading out at her feet.
The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the Beijing night.
Wang Ou turned her head to look out the window, the neon lights flashing across her face, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
The car quieted down, with only the low hum of the engine and the occasional honking of a car horn from outside the window.
Wang Ou didn't say anything more, but just leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the traffic ahead.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Yibai drove to the address provided by Wang Ou and arrived at her apartment building.
Inside the elevator, Wang Ou pressed the button for the 18th floor.
The elevator doors opened.
Wang Ou took out his keys from his bag, opened the door, and stepped aside.
"Please come in."
As Fu Yibai stepped inside, the entryway light automatically turned on.
The living room is large, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Beijing's nightscape, with neon lights stretching out like a flowing river.
"Please have a seat, I'll go get the script."
As Wang Ou spoke, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, his gaze sweeping across the living room.
The furnishings are simple: a sofa, coffee table, TV cabinet, and an abstract painting hanging on the wall.
There were several magazines on the coffee table, with Wang Ou himself on the cover.
The bedroom door was ajar, and there were rustling sounds coming from inside.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
Fu Yibai raised his head.
Wang Ou stood at the bedroom door.
She changed her clothes.
A black lace slip dress, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs.
Two thin straps hung on her shoulders, and the neckline was very low, exposing a large area of skin below her collarbone to the light, which was dazzlingly white.
The nightgown was made of a semi-transparent material, and the outline of the body was faintly visible under the black lace pattern.
But what's most striking is her legs.
Wang Ou has very long legs.
It's not the kind of slender, bony long hair, but rather a full, fleshy long hair.
The upper part of her thighs was partially covered by the skirt, and below that were two straight, bare legs with delicate, smooth skin that gleamed faintly under the warm yellow light.
She was barefoot, with slender ankles and dark red nail polish on her toes.
This height is perfect for doing certain things.
Fu Yibai's gaze moved up her legs, across her flat stomach, over her chest covered in lace, and finally landed on her face.
Wang Ou stood there, letting him look him over.
A faint blush rose to her face, spreading from her ears to her cheeks, but her eyes were bright as she met his gaze, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward.
"Where's the script?"
Fu Yibai spoke, his voice not loud.
Wang Ou didn't say anything, but just walked towards him.
Without her high heels, she walked slowly, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor.
The hem of her nightgown swayed gently with her steps, and her long legs, one in front of the other, moved closer and closer under the light.
She stopped in front of Fu Yibai and looked down at him.
They were very close, close enough that he could smell her fragrance—not perfume, but a faint, natural scent that belonged to a woman.
Wang Ou lowered his head, his long hair falling down and brushing against his cheek.
"Mr. Fu..."
Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"The script...no rush."
Fu Yibai looked up and met her gaze.
Those eyes held tension, anticipation, and something deeper, something long suppressed.
He raised his hand and put his arm around her waist.
Wang Ou's body stiffened slightly, then softened, leaning forward with his strength, straddling his legs, and supporting himself on his shoulders with his hands.
The straps of her nightgown slipped off her shoulders, revealing a section of her rounded shoulder.
Fu Yibai's gaze fell on that patch of skin.
"Have you thought it through?"
His voice was very low.
Wang Ou nodded and let out a soft "hmm" in his throat.
Fu Yibai didn't say anything more, but gently pulled her into his arms.
The neon lights outside the window were still flashing, and the sound of traffic could be faintly heard.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the two of them breathing, one breath at a time, gradually losing their rhythm.
After an unknown amount of time, the noise finally subsided.
The bedroom quieted down, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner blowing air.
Wang Ou nestled in Fu Yibai's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers gently tracing circles on his lower abdomen.
Those long legs wrapped around his, skin to skin, the warm touch lingering for a long time.
Fu Yibai put his arm around her and gently stroked her back with his hand.
The neon lights outside the window flickered tirelessly, casting flowing light and shadow onto the ceiling.
Wang Ou's breathing gradually calmed down, but she still clung tightly to him, as if trying to embed herself into his body.
Fu Yibai's hand rested on the hollow of her lower back, his fingertips unconsciously caressing her delicate skin.