184: Chapter 184 Ye Xueying: Say it again and I'm ignoring you

Ye Xueying opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Her face was red as blood, and her fingers gripped his hem so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"I, I was just scared."

"Scared? If you were scared, why did you burrow into my arms? Why didn't you burrow to the side instead?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, completely unable to speak.

Wang Yang watched her like this, and his heart itched uncontrollably.

This woman, she looks so beautiful when she blushes.

The redness spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck, even staining her collarbones a shade of pink.

Like a ripe peach, making one want to take a bite.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand from her waist.

Ye Xueying breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight, and reached out to pull down her skirt, trying to adjust the part that had ridden up.

Wang Yang watched her fussing with a smile on his lips.

Then he raised his hand, brought his fingers to the tip of his nose, and took a sniff.

Right in front of her.

Ye Xueying's hand froze.

Her eyes widened as she watched him hold his fingers to his nose, still wearing that wicked smirk.

"What, what are you doing?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Just smelling. The scent on you."

Ye Xueying's face turned so red it was about to explode.

"You, you pervert. You're not allowed to smell it."

She reached out to grab his wrist, wanting to pull his hand down.

Wang Yang didn't dodge, letting her grab him, but he didn't lower his hand.

"How is that perverted? It smells quite nice. Much better than popcorn."

Ye Xueying bit her lip, her eyes turning red—not from wanting to cry, but from embarrassment.

"You, if you say that again, I won't talk to you."

Wang Yang laughed, lowered his hand, and instead took hold of hers.

"Alright, alright, I won't smell it anymore. Let's go."

Ye Xueying stood up from her seat, her hand held by his.

Her legs felt a bit weak, whether from sitting too long or because of what he did just now, she didn't know.

Keeping her head down and not daring to look at the people around them, she followed him toward the exit.

Her fingers curled slightly in his palm, but she didn't pull back.

The two walked out of the Cinema hall, and the lights in the corridor were much brighter than inside.

Ye Xueying walked beside him, head lowered, her face flushed, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

She thought about how he held his fingers to his nose just now; she should have been angry, but she wasn't angry at all.

She was even a little happy.

He said the scent on her was nice.

She secretly raised her other hand and sniffed her own sleeve.

What scent?

Why couldn't she smell it herself?

Wang Yang glanced at her from the corner of his eye, the smile on his lips deepening.

"What are you sniffing? If I say it smells good, then it smells good. You can't smell it yourself."

Ye Xueying was caught red-handed, her face turning red again. She lowered her hand and gave a huff, pretending to be calm.

"I wasn't sniffing anything. My nose was just itchy."

Wang Yang laughed and didn't call her out.

The two walked out of the Cinema entrance, and the afternoon sun shone directly on them, warm and cozy.

Ye Xueying squinted her eyes and took a deep breath.

Just now in the Cinema hall, it was filled with his scent.

The fresh scent of laundry detergent, a faint hint of tobacco, and his own unique aura.

Now, under the sunlight and the breeze, those scents had dissipated a little, but that aura seemed to still linger at the tip of her nose.

Wang Yang held her hand and walked toward the parking lot, his pace neither fast nor slow.

"Was the movie good?"

Ye Xueying thought for a moment.

"I don't know. I didn't really watch the second half."

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her.

"You didn't watch it? Then what were you doing?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, her face turning red again.

"I, I was scared."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Scared? If you were scared, you burrowed into my arms for the whole movie?"

Ye Xueying reached out and pinched his arm, not hard, like a cat scratching.

"You're not allowed to say anything more."

Wang Yang laughed and held her hand, interlacing their fingers.

"Alright, I won't say anything. Shall we watch a horror movie next time?"

Ye Xueying was silent for a good while, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum.

"Yes."

The smile on Wang Yang's lips deepened.

The two walked out of the Cinema entrance, and the afternoon sun shone directly on them, warm and cozy.

Ye Xueying squinted her eyes and took a deep breath.

Just now in the Cinema hall, it was filled with his scent: the fresh scent of laundry detergent, a faint hint of tobacco.

And his own unique aura.

Now, under the sunlight and the breeze, those scents had dissipated a little, but that aura seemed to still linger at the tip of her nose.

Wang Yang turned his head to look at Ye Xueying; the sunlight fell on her face.

Her skin was translucently fair, and her eyelashes cast a small, fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.

A little bit of lip glaze still remained on her lips, peach-colored and shimmering.

His throat bobbed.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat."

Ye Xueying was walking with her head down; hearing his words, she looked up and met his gaze.

His eyes were very bright, and with a smile on his lips, he was looking right at her.

Her heart skipped a beat again.

Remembering how she had curled up in his arms for the entire movie in the Cinema hall just now, her face turned red again.

"Mm."

Her voice was as small as a mosquito's hum. She nodded, then quickly lowered her head again, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang laughed. Watching her shy and coy appearance, his heart itched uncontrollably.

"What does 'Mm' mean? Are you going or not?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, looked up, and glared at him.

"I'm going. Stop teasing me all the time."

Wang Yang laughed and took her hand, interlacing their fingers.

"Alright, I won't tease you. Let's go."

Ye Xueying, with her hand held by his, followed beside him toward the parking lot.

Her fingers curled gently in his palm, and her heart was still racing.

When he said "I won't tease you," his eyes were clearly still smiling.

This man, he says he won't tease, but he must be plotting something wicked in his heart.

But she didn't dislike it at all.

...

The scene shifted.

About twenty minutes later, the black X5M pulled over to the side of a quiet street.

On both sides were rows of plane trees with thick trunks and bare branches, casting crisscrossing shadows under the afternoon sun.

The street wasn't long, and various small shops were open on both sides: cafes, flower shops, dessert houses.

And a few exquisitely decorated restaurants.

Ye Xueying pushed the car door open and got out, stood on the side of the street, and looked left and right.

"This is the one. My best friend has recommended it to me several times, saying their food is exceptionally delicious."

She pointed to a restaurant in front; the storefront wasn't big, with gray-white brick walls and dark brown wooden doors and windows.

A few pots of pothos hung at the entrance, growing lush and green.

Frosted stickers were applied to the glass window, with two overlapping hearts drawn on them.

The store name was written next to it in white font.

"Heart to Heart."

Wang Yang took a look at those two hearts.

He then glanced at the warm yellow light vaguely shining from inside the glass window, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Let's go."

The two walked to the entrance, and Wang Yang pushed the door open, letting Ye Xueying go in first.

As soon as the door opened, a gentle jazz melody wafted out; the piano sound was lazy, and the saxophone was low and deep.

The air was filled with the scent of coffee and toasted bread, along with a faint rose fragrance.

The restaurant wasn't large, the lighting was very dim, and a small candle holder was lit on every table.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting on the tabletops and on the faces of the guests.