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Chapter 168: Yanyan in Yoga Pants

Zhou Yuwen, freshly in possession of a new car, felt a surge of excitement as he and Zheng Yanyan were getting intimate inside. He couldn’t resist the idea of taking things further right there.However, Yanyan wasn’t having it. “Someone might see us,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of shyness and alarm.

“There’s no one around,” Zhou Yuwen reassured her.

Still, she refused, her expression a mix of coyness and determination.

Left with no choice, Zhou Yuwen sighed and said, “Fine, we’ll go upstairs.”

Once back home, Yanyan’s reservations seemed to disappear. They kissed passionately, from the entrance to the living room, eventually landing on the sofa.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuwen produced a pair of scissors.

Yanyan froze, her eyes wide. “What are you planning to do with those?”

“Let’s try something different,” Zhou Yuwen said with a mischievous grin.

Understanding his intent, Yanyan gasped, her face a mix of disbelief and amusement. “You’re crazy!”

Zhou Yuwen smirked. “Come on, we’ve been together long enough. Gotta spice things up a bit.”

Yanyan pouted. “These yoga pants are branded! They cost 249 yuan. If I knew you’d do this, I wouldn’t have bought something so expensive.”

“I’ll buy you another pair,” Zhou Yuwen promised as he knelt before her, scissors in hand.

“Hmph, pervert!” Yanyan huffed, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

As the cold metal of the scissors approached, Yanyan flinched. “Wait, maybe I should take them off first. You can cut them after.”

“That won’t work,” Zhou Yuwen said. “It has to fit just right.”

“But I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Trust me!” Zhou Yuwen’s confidence did little to reassure her.

Yanyan sat on the sofa, one leg bent, the other stretched out. She watched as Zhou Yuwen carefully pinched a corner of her yoga pants and began snipping away.

She giggled nervously. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“You don’t understand romance,” Zhou Yuwen quipped, fully immersed in his task.

Soon, a small tear appeared in the fabric.

“Hey! I only have six pairs, and you bought them all for me!” Yanyan protested.

“Relax. I’ll get you more.”

“No way!”

“Too late!” With a quick snip, Zhou Yuwen made another cut.

“Zhou Yuwen!” Yanyan cried out in mock anger, but before she could continue, her protests were muffled as Zhou Yuwen leaned in for another kiss.

“Mm…”

They continued kissing, with Zhou Yuwen gently laying her back on the sofa. He made sure to place the scissors far out of reach, ensuring no accidents could happen.

As the kisses deepened, Yanyan’s initial resistance melted away. Her long legs, still encased in the now-altered yoga pants, rested on Zhou Yuwen’s shoulders and the sofa.

“Ah, why are you like this?” Yanyan murmured between kisses.

“You’re a dancer, aren’t you? This should be easy,” Zhou Yuwen teased.

“I hate you!” Yanyan retorted, rolling her eyes. “You never go easy on me.”

“Come on, babe. Don’t you care about me too?” Zhou Yuwen laughed. Original content can be found at nοvelfire.net

“Jerk!”

They paused for a breather, Yanyan complaining that she was tired. Zhou Yuwen smiled but didn’t relent entirely, coaxing her back into his arms.

“Why is this so different from what I read online?” Yanyan muttered. “They all say it’s supposed to be quick…”

“You really don’t know much, do you?” Zhou Yuwen chuckled, gently flicking her forehead.

“Well, excuse me! Unlike you, I’ve never been in a relationship before. You’re my first, while you’ve probably been with a ton of girls,” Yanyan teased, poking fun at Zhou Yuwen.

“Stop spouting nonsense,” Zhou Yuwen said, his tone soft. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever truly been with.”

Yanyan’s eyes softened, and a smile tugged at her lips. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. “Really? Tell me about Su Qing. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing worth mentioning.”

“Come on, tell me!” Yanyan urged, her voice full of curiosity.

“Let’s take a shower first. We’ll talk afterward,” Zhou Yuwen said, standing up.

“Fine, but you better spill.”

They took a shower together, and afterward, Yanyan dried her hair and changed into a new silk camisole. Zhou Yuwen, meanwhile, lay on the bed, scrolling on his phone.

When Yanyan saw the high-end cosmetics and skincare products Zhou Yuwen had brought back from Hong Kong, her eyes lit up. “Are all these for me?”

“Who else would they be for?” Zhou Yuwen replied nonchalantly.

Yanyan was thrilled. The collection was worth tens of thousands of yuan, far exceeding the quality of what she usually used.

“Hubby, you’re the best!” she exclaimed, throwing herself onto the bed and snuggling into him.

Zhou Yuwen glanced at her. “Feeling better already?”

“Yep!”

“See? It’s not as bad as you thought,” Zhou Yuwen said with a smirk.

Yanyan giggled, leaning in to kiss him. “This place belongs to you, hubby.”

“Now, do you want to keep going?” Yanyan whispered playfully.

“Not right now,” Zhou Yuwen said, lying back.

“Aw, don’t be like that…”

Despite her attempts to entice him, Zhou Yuwen seemed more interested in his phone, leaving Yanyan pouting beside him.

“What’s so great about your phone? Am I not more fun?” Yanyan huffed.

“Phones are more fun,” Zhou Yuwen teased.

“Humph!” Yanyan stretched out her legs, placing them across Zhou Yuwen’s lap in mock annoyance.

Zhou Yuwen continued reading, occasionally stroking her hair absentmindedly.

Suddenly, a message popped up on his screen from Tao Tian:

[Transfer]

Yanyan saw the message and immediately frowned, snatching the phone from him. She scrolled through the recent chats, her brows furrowing.

“Explain this,” she demanded.

Zhou Yuwen sighed. “It’s just what you see. I helped her buy some stuff.”

Despite her suspicions, Yanyan didn’t find anything incriminating. Still, she decided to respond herself:

“Hi, this is Zheng Yanyan. I’m with Zhou Yuwen right now. No worries—I won’t misunderstand. ????”

She even snapped a quick selfie with Zhou Yuwen to send as proof.