Chapter 144: The Shower Curtain Wasn’t Closed Properly
Chapter 144: The Shower Curtain Wasn’t Closed Properly
“Yeah, just one room left, no other choice. Don’t worry, it’s a decent spot, good enough for the night. With snow like this, who knows how many days it’ll last.” The front desk girl glanced at Zhang Yang and asked, “So, take it or not?”
“Maybe we should check somewhere else?” Zhang Yang looked at Yang Jing and suggested.
“It’s fine, we’ll take it.” Yang Jing looked at Zhang Yang. “Show your ID.”
Zhang Yang glanced at her. Since Yang Jing had already taken hers out, he reluctantly took his own ID as well.
The front desk girl looked at it, then at Zhang Yang, and smiled. “Wow, same name as that famous guy who’s been all over the news lately — and you even kinda look like him.”
Hearing that, Yang Jing quickly hid her ID, messed up her hair, and put on a pair of black sunglasses.
“And yours?” The front desk girl handed Zhang Yang’s ID back, then looked at Yang Jing.
“Ah, I forgot it.” Yang Jing looked at Zhang Yang and slipped her arm through his. “We’re a married couple, registering one ID should be fine, right?”
“Sorry, can’t do that. Rules are rules.” The tall front desk girl shook her head. “Then forget it — you’ll have to find another place.” Yang Jing gave Zhang Yang a look. He understood — if they both handed over their IDs, they’d definitely be exposed. Luckily, he’d changed his hairstyle, covered part of his face with a scarf, and his hair was wet from the snow. The front desk girl looked sleepy, so they managed to bluff their way through.
“Alright, alright. Big snow like this, you two don’t look like bad people anyway.” The front desk girl finally relented, handed Zhang Yang a room card, and said, “Room 507. How many nights?”
“Two for now.” Zhang Yang didn’t know how long they’d stay, but this definitely wasn’t a place to linger.
“Deposit’s a thousand! Card or cash?”
“Cash.” Zhang Yang didn’t want to leave any record.
After quickly checking in, Zhang Yang and Yang Jing hurried upstairs like a pair of fugitives, finding their room.
Once the heavy door was shut, they looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
Yang Jing patted her chest. “That was close. Almost got recognized.”
Zhang Yang’s heart was still pounding. If they’d been recognized just now, it would’ve been a disaster. Luckily, he’d disguised himself a bit, and Yang Jing hadn’t shown her ID. Fame really did come with trouble.
The room had heating, actually warmer than southern indoor temperatures. After taking a breath, Yang Jing removed her down jacket, leaving only her dark blue sweater and dark green skirt.
Seeing the two beds, she secretly exhaled in relief and said, “I’ll take the inside one. You take the one by the window.”
“Sure.” They turned on the TV, turned off the lights, and leaned against their respective beds. After watching a bit, Zhang Yang started feeling sleepy. He wanted to take a shower, but with Yang Jing there, it felt awkward. He thought, forget it, just sleep in his clothes.
Yang Jing, at first, was also leaning against the bed watching TV. Then she yawned, stood up, looked at Zhang Yang, and said, “I’ll take a shower first.” She opened her suitcase, rummaged through it, pulled out a pink cotton bathrobe, grabbed her own shower gel, and walked confidently into the bathroom.
Zhang Yang froze — his sleepiness vanished instantly.
The bathroom was made of transparent glass with a sliding shower curtain inside. Once she went in, she pulled the waterproof curtain shut.
Seeing that, Zhang Yang’s heart started pounding again. Behind that thin glass wall, a stunning woman was about to take a shower.
Though he told himself not to peek, his eyes couldn’t help but drift that way. And then — he noticed the shower curtain shift slightly. Probably while undressing, Yang Jing accidentally left a small gap.
To look or not to look?
Zhang Yang hesitated, but curiosity quickly won. His gaze fixed on that narrow opening.
Inside, Yang Jing had already taken off her sweater, now wearing only a dark red thermal top. She grabbed the hem and lifted it off, revealing her flawless white upper body, her full breasts bouncing gently under a black lace bra. Turning away, she lifted one foot, pulled off her thick black stockings, revealing smooth, pale legs, then bent down, unzipped her green skirt, and slid both her skirt and panties down together.
For a brief instant, all he saw was a blinding white glow — her side facing him, and when she bent forward, even for a split second, he caught a glimpse of the dark patch between her thighs…
Zhang Yang’s heartbeat doubled. It felt like it might burst out of his chest. His lower half stirred instantly — a strong urge rising within him.
But then, Yang Jing shifted out of sight. Realizing the curtain wasn’t fully closed, she quickly pulled it shut. The view was gone.
A moment later came the sound of water splashing. Though he couldn’t see her anymore, the sound alone felt like a bell tolling directly in his chest — stirring up his inner fire.
Instead of fading, the desire grew stronger — the unseen fueling his imagination. He could almost picture rushing into the bathroom, grabbing her wet, naked body…
“No!” Zhang Yang tapped his own forehead. As much as he wanted to, reason reminded him that Yang Jing wasn’t just anyone — she was like a sacred older sister, untouchable.
Ever since being with Lulu and Gao Qi, Zhang Yang noticed that, perhaps due to the system, his sexual drive had become unusually strong.
“Breathe.” “Calm.” “Deep breath.” “Calm again.”
Using the steady breathing method from Advanced Combat Technique, Zhang Yang forced himself to relax, focusing instead on the late-night news replay on TV.
It was about fishing boats near Nanxing Island being chased away by Chrysanthemum Kingdom’s coast guard ships.
Looked like they belonged to Li Jindong’s father’s company. In recent years, with the domestic economy booming, the fishing industry thrived, but as coastal resources ran out, fishermen had to venture farther out — so such conflicts were increasingly common.
Seems like he’d have to help Uncle Li someday.
Though the system’s doomsday warning was still about thirteen years away, that wasn’t much time. Zhang Yang thought, to stop a nuclear apocalypse, humanity needed advanced technology beyond current levels — enough to eliminate nuclear weapons globally.
To do that, one had to ensure their own country was strong enough to protect itself.
Even now, within Huaxia, even in a small city like Meining in Southeast Province, danger lurked everywhere. His power was still too weak.
As his thoughts drifted, the bathroom door opened. A soft light spilled out as Yang Jing stepped out, wearing pink cotton pajamas. She hadn’t washed her hair, but it was loose, falling gently over her shoulders, making her look stunning.
“What are you thinking about?” Yang Jing walked over, seeing Zhang Yang sitting on the bed lost in thought. Her freshly showered scent wafted over.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang remembered — Yang Jing was his current M-level Find the Star Menders Program mission target.