Chapter 87: Enter the Room, Lock the Door
Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Enter the Room, Lock the Door
The entire fitting room was carpeted with an expensive-looking rug that felt incredibly soft underfoot. Zhang Yan approached silently and gently pushed aside the half-open curtain, discovering a whole new world inside. The space was at least three times the size of a standard public fitting room. At that moment, Xiaoyan was standing with her back to the door, selecting the next style she wanted to try on. Since the clothes she had just worn had been taken away to be swapped, she was currently in a half-undressed state.
Hearing a faint noise, Xiaoyan didn’t think much of it. Assuming the consultant had returned, she asked without looking back, "Back so soon? Is there a problem?"
Receiving no response, she was just about to turn around in confusion when she suddenly felt a scorching body embrace her from behind.
"Ah!" A short cry was instantly muffled by a hot, large hand pressing over her mouth.
"Shh," Zhang Yan whispered, blowing a warm breath directly against her ear.
Sensing the delicate body in his arms gradually calm down, Zhang Yan finally released his hand from her mouth, moving it to join his other hand—which was already in position—to help her bear some of her "burden."
"S-Senior, w-why did you come in?"
Extreme shyness made Xiaoyan stutter, though the waves of strange sensations rushing to her brain certainly played a part. Right now, her heart was filled with a mix of panic, bashfulness, and enjoyment, along with an indescribable thrill born from the risk of the staff returning at any moment and catching them. These intertwined emotions burned like a fire, leaving her feeling feverish and flustered.
Everything today had far exceeded her expectations; things were progressing far too quickly between them. She knew she should immediately stop Zhang Yan’s continuous boundary-crossing behavior, yet she suddenly realized she was becoming more and more immersed in it.
"What, am I not allowed in?"
Zhang Yan’s slightly domineering whisper echoed right against her ear. The bone-deep, tingling numbness made her instinctively want to flee. However, with a wolf at her back and a tiger’s claws at her front, any attempt to escape would just be throwing herself into the net. Her hands rested weakly and futilely on Zhang Yan’s arms. Rather than an attempt to stop him, it felt more like a playful little interaction to spice things up.
"She... mm... she could come back at any moment."
"So what if she does?"
Xiaoyan was speechless. He was right. Even if the consultant returned right now and walked in on them, what could she do? Zhang Yan was a distinguished VIP customer, and they weren’t actually doing anything explicit—just some intimate flirting. Even if the staff saw them, she would likely just turn a blind eye.
And as for Xiaoyan herself, did she truly want to speak up and put a stop to Zhang Yan’s actions? Deep down, she probably didn’t. As wave after wave of sensation crashed against her mind, she surrendered what little resistance she had ever possessed.
In truth, Zhang Yan didn’t plan on taking things any further right now. It was just that under these circumstances, with such an opportunity presented before him, what normal man could resist? The urge had simply gone straight to his head.
At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall Bai Juyi’s famous poem, "Song of the Pipa." What an eternal masterpiece! The knowledge conveyed in that poem had guided generations of inexperienced boys forward in their explorations for thousands of years.
Knowing that time was tight, Zhang Yan wasn’t actually as confident as he sounded. He still had a sense of shame and feared social death. After a few firm squeezes, he left a hickey on the side of Xiaoyan’s neck, then turned around and returned to the sofa outside.
Sure enough, almost immediately after he sat down, the personal consultant walked back with another bra in hand. She politely greeted Zhang Yan, who was still seated on the sofa, before continuing into the fitting room. Noticing that the curtain seemed to be pulled open a bit wider than when she left, the consultant simply pretended not to see it. Seeing her customer slightly out of breath, with a flushed face and a fresh red mark on her neck, she maintained her professional smile and continued serving her.
This time, it didn’t take long for Xiaoyan to walk out wearing the new set. Gone was the shyness from before; she looked completely natural and radiated confidence as she showed off her best assets. Swaying her hips as she walked up to Zhang Yan, she even struck a few leisurely poses.
"Darling, how about this one?"
The first time was awkward, but the second time was natural. Having made further progress, Zhang Yan reached right out to adjust and feel the fabric.
"The material is nice, and the style isn’t bad either. Next."
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"I didn’t expect this one to look so conservative once worn. Change it."
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"This one is a bit too daring. I didn’t realize it would look so exaggerated on you. From now on, you’re only allowed to wear this when you’re seeing me."
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After she had tried on all the items, Zhang Yan was extremely satisfied. As expected, you had to try on and touch the clothes to truly know their effect. Once his junior, Chi Xinyue, was done being busy with this current stretch, he absolutely had to bring her here to buy a few sets as well.
Having undergone this fitting room transformation, Xiaoyan’s mindset had shifted yet again. Her action of linking arms with Zhang Yan lost some of its deliberate stiffness and gained a touch of natural ease.
"Senior, where are we going next?"
"Still calling me Senior?"
Xiaoyan pouted and shook his arm in mock dissatisfaction. "Senior Zhang Yan. Is that better?"
Zhang Yan squeezed her soft curves firmly with his right hand. "Don’t throw a tantrum in front of me." Seeing Xiaoyan look a bit more aggrieved but acting incredibly obedient, he added, "What did you call me just now?"
Hearing this, the minor grievance in Xiaoyan’s eyes vanished, instantly lighting up. "Darling~"
With one arm around Xiaoyan, Zhang Yan took out his phone with his free hand to check the time. "It’s getting late. Time to head home. Send me your location."
Although she wanted to continue shopping, today’s haul had already wildly exceeded Xiaoyan’s expectations. She was completely satisfied and readily sent her home’s location to Zhang Yan.
Because Zhang Yan’s driving skills weren’t quite polished yet, he frequently leaned over when pressing the control buttons on the center console. Fortunately, Xiaoyan was very understanding. As soon as she got in the car, she purposefully angled her sitting posture so that Zhang Yan wouldn’t end up grabbing empty air.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiaoyan couldn’t wait to start editing her photos, preparing to post them on her Friends Circle. Watching her newly posted nine-photo collage of their dinner rapidly gather likes and envious comments from her friends, she couldn’t suppress the corners of her mouth from lifting.
However, one particular comment made her heart sink slightly.
[Wait, didn’t Chi Xinyue post something similar? Did you guys go to the same restaurant, or did you go together?]
Ignoring the tactless friend, Xiaoyan locked her phone screen. She thought, "Starting tomorrow, I’m going to post a set of La Perla lingerie every single day to make you all die of envy. Let’s see if you still say Chi Xinyue posted the same thing then!"
Zhang Yan drove leisurely to the apartment building where Xiaoyan lived and got out of the car alongside her.
Seeing his actions, Xiaoyan felt an inexplicable flutter of panic. "Darling, are you walking me up?"
"Am I not welcome?"
"No, no! I couldn’t be happier!"
Xiaoyan’s roommates had either gone back to their hometowns or were traveling, leaving her completely alone in the spacious apartment. Although she had already shared many intimate moments with Zhang Yan, returning to the deeply private space of "home" and thinking about what might happen made her...
Her mind buzzing with thoughts, Xiaoyan opened the front door.
With a loud CLICK, Zhang Yan turned around and locked the door behind them. Yet, this perfectly normal action made Xiaoyan’s heart race even faster. Now, in this enclosed apartment, it was just the two of them. No one could disturb them.