Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

Liu Xiang hadn't expected such a coincidence. He instinctively tried to cover his upper body, but with a change of clothes in his hand, there wasn't enough time. Seeing Liang Jingru's flushed cheeks, her flustered and evasive eyes, and her slightly trembling shoulders, he felt a little embarrassed. He quickly looked away and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming to shower too, that's why I came out without clothes on!"

Hearing Liu Xiang's words, Liang Jingru barely managed to calm herself down. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as she whispered, "It's...it's okay, Brother Liu Xiang, go back to your room first." As she spoke, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Liu Xiang's muscles, her heart pounding even harder. She felt that Liu Xiang was not only gentle, but also had such a great figure, and she inexplicably felt a little shy.

Liu Xiang quickly stepped aside to make way, grabbed his change of clothes, and hurried to his room. Only when he closed the door did he breathe a sigh of relief. Liang Jingru's flushed cheeks and flustered eyes lingered in his mind, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

At this moment, Liang Jingru watched Liu Xiang's retreating figure and saw his bare upper body muscles. Her heart was still pounding. She raised her hand to touch her burning cheeks, took several deep breaths to calm herself down, and quickly walked into the bathroom with a washbasin.

The bathroom still held the faint scent of Liu Xiang's shower gel, which, mixed with the steam, smelled wonderful. Liang Jingru turned on the water heater, and the warm water splashed on her body, gradually relaxing her tense posture. However, the scene of bumping into Liu Xiang earlier kept flashing through her mind, making her heart flutter again.

She is twenty years old this year, the age when she is just beginning to experience romantic feelings. Before, she had focused all her attention on singing and had never had any feelings for any boy. But today, when she bumped into Liu Xiang, she had this special feeling for the first time. She was both shy and expectant. This feeling was unfamiliar and wonderful, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

After showering, Fish Leong changed into clean pajamas—a loose, comfortable pink cotton set that made her skin appear even whiter and her eyes even more innocent. Holding a basin, she gently opened the bathroom door. The hallway was quiet; Liu Xiang's room door was tightly closed, without a sound. She felt a strange mix of disappointment and relief, and quickly walked back to her room, immediately closing the door behind her.

Fish Leong didn't rest immediately. Instead, she sat down at her desk, the desk lamp casting a soft glow that illuminated her slightly shy face. Resting her chin on her hand, her mind was still filled with Liu Xiang's image. She thought about his gentle smile during the day, how he helped her carry her luggage, and his slightly embarrassed look when they bumped into each other earlier.

The more she thought about it, the sweeter she felt. Her smile grew wider, and her cheeks still had a faint blush. She looked like a young girl in the throes of first love, her eyes filled with undisguised shyness and excitement.

She picked up the notebook on the table, wanting to write some lyrics, but when the pen touched the paper, she couldn't write a single word. Her mind was full of Liu Xiang, and in the end, she could only helplessly put down the pen, lie on the table, her cheek pressed against the cold surface, and mutter to herself, "Brother Liu Xiang is such a good person, so gentle and reassuring, and he has such a great figure. I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

The moment the thought popped into her head, she was startled and quickly shook her head, her cheeks turning even redder, yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

After returning to her room and changing her clothes, Liu Xiang couldn't fall asleep at all. She felt a bit suffocated, as if something was stuck in her heart, neither here nor there.

He walked to the window and opened it. The cool night breeze blew in, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers and the salty smell of the sea, which calmed his restless heart a little.

He leaned against the window, looking at the coconut trees in the yard, but he couldn't help but think of Fish Leong. Her clear and bright eyes, her sweet smile, and her blushing cheeks and flustered look when they bumped into each other were all etched into his mind and he couldn't shake them off.

Liu Xiang stood by the window for a while, still feeling suffocated, so he picked up a light jacket, gently opened the door, and went out. He didn't go downstairs, but leaned against the railing in the corridor, enjoying the cool night breeze and watching the scattered lights in the distant harbor, his heart gradually calming down.

The Penang night was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional honking of ships in the distance. Liu Xiang leaned against the railing, gazing absently at the distant lights, when her peripheral vision caught sight of the window of the next room. The light was still on, the warm yellow glow filtering through the thin curtains and casting a clear silhouette on them—it was Liang Jingru's shadow.

The figure on the curtain was slender and graceful. She seemed to be standing in front of a desk, leaning slightly forward, doing something. Occasionally, she would raise her hand to brush her hair aside, a gentle and charming movement that exuded a girlish coquettishness. The warm yellow light made her figure appear exceptionally soft. Although it was just a blurry projection, it stirred up strange ripples in Liu Xiang's heart once again.

The scene of their encounter, along with her pure and lovely appearance, became clear again in Liu Xiang's mind.

He leaned against the railing, quietly watching the alluring and graceful figure on the curtain. A gentle evening breeze blew by, carrying a faint floral fragrance. The pent-up feelings in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle warmth and a tenderness that he himself did not even realize.

The corridor remained quiet, the light in the next room was soft, the silhouette on the curtains was still clear, the harbor lights in the distance twinkled, and a gentle evening breeze was blowing. This moment of tranquility seemed to temporarily isolate all danger and conflict, leaving only this faint ambiguity and flutter, which quietly spread in the two adjacent rooms.

Just as dawn broke and the morning mist enveloped Penang, Sister Zhu's loud voice pierced through the fog: "Mr. Liu! Jingru! Hurry up and get ready, I'm taking you to Batu Ferringhi Beach! It's the best place in Penang, get there early to avoid crowds and enjoy the stunning scenery!"

Just as Liu Xiang was about to get up, he yawned and then heard a noise. The door to the next room opened slightly, and Liang Jingru, with her hair in a high ponytail, came out, clutching a small cloth bag. When she saw Liu Xiang, her cheeks flushed slightly. The image of them bumping into each other in the hallway at the bathroom door last night instantly came to mind. She greeted him with evasive eyes, "Good morning, Brother Liu Xiang. Good morning, Sister Azhu."

The three of them set off quickly. Ah Zhu's motorcycle was a common model in Penang in the 1990s, and it sputtered away from the guesthouse with a few loud squeaks.

The streets of Penang in the early morning are full of nostalgic charm. Colonial-style shophouses are covered with bougainvillea, and the shouts of Hokkien and Malay mingle. Old-fashioned bicycles jingle and weave through the streets, and roadside stalls display freshly steamed Malay cakes, their aroma wafting far and wide.

Liang Jingru sat in the middle, with Liu Xiang's warm chest in front of her. When they turned, their bodies pressed lightly together, and her heart pounded. She could only grip his waist tightly, her nose almost touching his neck.