The Fitting Room

Seeing how eager An Zhiwu was to learn, Song Yihe was quite patient.

He guided her through floating and standing up in the water, over and over again.

The reason An Zhiwu had never dared practice swimming on her own was that she had never learned to float and stand up. For one thing, she was nervous; for another, she didn't feel safe. Although she'd had instructors before, they had all stayed on the poolside.

Besides, an instructor would sometimes teach two or three students at once, so An Zhiwu had been especially afraid that she would sink, the instructor wouldn't notice in time, and she'd kick the bucket.

Now Song Yihe stayed in the water with her the whole time, and her sense of security was through the roof.

Under Song Yihe's guidance, An Zhiwu finally managed to float and stand up in the water, although when she put her foot down, she was standing on one leg like a golden rooster.

But for her, it was a huge improvement.

The corners of Song Yihe's mouth lifted in satisfaction. An Zhiwu noticed that when Song Yihe was in a good mood, his eyes and brows looked especially gentle.

He tucked An Zhiwu's hair aside. "Go take a break."

An Zhiwu really was exhausted, so she nodded and walked to the poolside.

She found a chair and sat down.

Then An Zhiwu began watching Song Yihe swim.

Unlike a beginner doing the breaststroke, Song Yihe swam freestyle.

His movements were nimble, his physique was perfect, and An Zhiwu could see the smooth lines of his legs from where she stood by the pool.

Song Yihe had the classic kind of build that looked slim in clothes but muscular without them.

After swimming two laps, Song Yihe sat down by the pool. Just then, An Zhiwu saw a beautiful woman in a bikini approach him.

In a voice that was neither loud nor quiet, she said to Song Yihe, "Hey, handsome, interested in teaching me to swim?"

Damn... who could put up with that? An Zhiwu thought the woman's 36Ds were practically in Song Yihe's face.

She got up at once and walked over. When she reached Song Yihe, An Zhiwu wrapped her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Sweetie, are you done yet? I've missed you."

Song Yihe played along perfectly, giving her waist a little pinch. "Coming, baby."

The big-boobed girl beside them didn't get an answer from Song Yihe. Instead, she witnessed that whole scene and walked away dejectedly.

Once the woman was gone, An Zhiwu immediately got off Song Yihe, her cheeks puffed out. "Hmph, how come you attract peach blossoms everywhere you go?"

It had been the same at the hospital, and now it was happening again when they'd come swimming.

Song Yihe stood up and gave her cheek an amused pinch. "You can blame me for that too?"

"Of course I can. Why didn't you turn that woman down just now? Was it because hers are big?"

Song Yihe glanced at An Zhiwu's chest. "No, I like them like yours."

"Then why didn't you turn her down?"

"I didn't get the chance. A certain little vinegar jar had already come running over."

"Hmph~"

It was getting late, so the two of them prepared to change and head back.

An Zhiwu's swimsuit had a zipper in the back. She didn't know if it was because it had been soaked in water, but when she reached behind her, she couldn't pull it down no matter what she did.

After trying several times, An Zhiwu's arms were aching, but she still couldn't pull the swimsuit off.

It looked like the zipper had gotten caught on the fabric after being soaked in water.

She had no choice but to push open the changing room door and knock on Song Yihe's.

"What's wrong?"

An Zhiwu's face flushed. "The zipper on my swimsuit won't come down. Could you help me with it?"

Song Yihe followed An Zhiwu to her changing room.

An Zhiwu stood with her back to Song Yihe, her face burning red. She hoped he wouldn't think she had done it on purpose.

Song Yihe tugged at it a few times, but it wouldn't come down.

He had to bend over and lean closer to see what the problem was.

The young woman's swimsuit clung wetly to her body, outlining her perfect curves.

Song Yihe felt as though a little beast were clawing at his heart, leaving it burning hot.

An Zhiwu waited a while, then couldn't help asking, "Song Yihe, can you see where it's caught?"

Song Yihe's Adam's apple bobbed. "No."

"Never mind, then. I'll just..." Before An Zhiwu could finish, a pair of strong, broad hands gripped her and turned her around to face him.

Their eyes met, and the temperature in the changing room gradually rose.

In the small, enclosed space, human hormones began to surge.

An Zhiwu swallowed. "We..."

She had barely said the word when Song Yihe's scorching breath swept over her face, stopping the words she hadn't spoken.

Before she could react, he was already kissing her hard.

An Zhiwu could barely catch her breath from the kiss. As Song Yihe pressed harder, her back struck the wall of the fitting room with a thud.

An Zhiwu hissed in pain.

Then An Zhiwu remembered that the fitting room wall was only a wooden board.

Song Yihe reached around her back, and the zipper that had stubbornly refused to budge came down just like that.

Something occurred to An Zhiwu. She turned her head, causing Song Yihe's lips to miss hers. "This wall is just a wooden partition. The soundproofing must be terrible."

Song Yihe murmured an acknowledgment and reached out to rub the spot on her back where she'd hit the wall.

"Sorry, An'an. I hurt you." He then placed his palm behind her back to cushion it.

After kissing her a while longer, Song Yihe straightened up. The color in his eyes faded somewhat, and he pulled her clothes together.

"Hurry and get dressed. Don't catch a chill."

Song Yihe was watching An Zhiwu, and when her gaze unexpectedly met his, the tips of her ears grew warm. "Okay, then, you go out first..."

Once Song Yihe had left the fitting room, An Zhiwu couldn't help plopping down on the chair inside.

Her back still hurt a little from hitting the wooden partition, and she could still feel the touch of his lips.

Who said he was the abstinent type... He was clearly...

An Zhiwu's whole face flushed red.

When she came out after changing, Song Yihe was already waiting for her outside. His expression had returned to its usual cool detachment, as though nothing had just happened.