194: Just practice more after Chapter 194.

Ye Xueying's face was flushed, her eyes red-rimmed, and the tip of her nose was red too.

Fine, glistening tear drops hung on her eyelashes, shimmering under the lights.

Her lips were pursed, the corners of her mouth turned up; she was both nervous and determined, shy and brave.

His heart felt like it had been heavily struck by something.

It wasn't desire, it wasn't impulse; it was a heartbeat.

It was that kind of pure, clean heartbeat he hadn't felt for a very, very long time.

He took a step forward, reached out, and gently wiped the tears from her eyelashes.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for those words?"

Ye Xueying froze.

Wang Yang smiled, a smile so warm, like a cup of hot cocoa in winter.

"From the very first time you opened the door for me at Uncle Cao's place, I've been waiting for you to take the initiative. You girl, you're usually so shy, blushing for ages just when asked to say a word. Why are you so brave today?"

Ye Xueying's tears fell, but the corners of her mouth were turned way up.

"I, I just didn't want to wait anymore. I was afraid you'd be snatched away by someone else."

Wang Yang laughed out loud, his laughter echoing in the quiet corridor.

"Who could snatch me away? Hmm? Who could snatch me away from your hands?"

Ye Xueying was so embarrassed by his words that her face flushed beet red; she reached out and punched his chest, not hard, but soft and weak.

"You, don't laugh at me."

Wang Yang took her hand and pressed it against his chest.

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm happy."

Ye Xueying could feel the thumping heartbeat in his chest, as fast as her own.

Her heartbeat sped up even more.

So he gets nervous too.

So he was also waiting for her to say those words.

She took a step forward, opened her arms, and threw herself into his embrace.

She buried her face in his chest, her hands clutching the clothes on his back, her whole body pressed against him.

A soft, fragrant presence in his arms.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

Her hair brushed against his chin, carrying a faint, sweet scent.

It wasn't perfume, but the scent of shampoo.

And her own unique scent, clean and fresh, like a budding sprout in spring.

Ye Xueying's body was pressed against him, soft and warm.

Through her thin sweater, he could feel her slight shivering.

His hand slowly lifted, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her closer into his embrace.

Her waist was slender and soft; his arms wrapped around it perfectly.

"Xueying."

"Hmm."

"From now on, you're my girlfriend. The proper, official kind."

Ye Xueying buried her face in his chest and nodded vigorously.

Tears rubbed onto his clothes, staining a small, dark patch.

"Hmm."

After a while, Ye Xueying lifted her head from his embrace, her face flushed, her eyes bright.

Tear drops still hung on her eyelashes, but there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, as if she were making a major decision.

"Brother Wang."

"Hmm?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum, but every word was articulated clearly.

"I, I don't want to go back tonight."

Wang Yang paused for a moment.

He looked down at her; her face was burning red, from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck.

She didn't dare look at him, staring at the tips of her shoes, her fingers twisting the hem of his clothes, twisting and releasing, releasing and twisting.

He understood very quickly.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go home, it was that she wanted to stay with him.

All night long.

An indescribable feeling surged in Wang Yang's heart.

There was surprise, excitement, and a touch of caution.

He pretended to hesitate and frowned.

"Not going back? What about your dad?"

Ye Xueying lifted her head and said quickly.

"I'll just say I'm staying at my best friend's place. I have a friend named Xiaoya nearby; I'll just tell her. She won't let it slip."

Her voice was urgent and fast, as if afraid he would refuse.

After saying it, she realized her eagerness seemed too obvious, and her face flushed again, so she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang looked at her shy and anxious appearance, his heart softening completely.

His hand slowly tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Ye Xueying felt the strength in his arms and her body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into him.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It wasn't a dragonfly touching the water, it wasn't a light peck.

It was a real kiss.

Carrying temperature, carrying strength, carrying all his emotions at this moment.

Ye Xueying stared blankly with her eyes open, her mind a complete blank.

Then she subconsciously closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Her hands clutched his collar, knuckles turning white.

This time she remembered to breathe, though she was still very clumsy.

Wang Yang released her, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths intermingling.

Ye Xueying's face was burning red, her eyes watery, her lips slightly swollen.

Wang Yang looked at her and smiled.

"Learned how to breathe this time?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip and punched his chest.

"You, you're not allowed to say that. I tried very hard already."

Wang Yang laughed, the laughter vibrating from his chest, making her face itch.

He reached out, his thumb gently wiping across the corner of her mouth, clearing away a bit of moisture.

"It'll get better with more practice."

Ye Xueying's face was beet red.

"Who, who wants to practice more with you."

Saying that, her fingers were clenching his hem tightly, not wanting to let go at all.

Wang Yang looked at her playfully contrary appearance, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"Then let's go."

Ye Xueying nodded gently, her face buried in his chest, her voice muffled and soft.

"Hmm."

Wang Yang put his arm around her waist and walked toward the elevator.

Ye Xueying leaned against him, her steps light and airy, as if walking on cotton.

Her hand clutched his hem, her heartbeat still fast, but the corners of her mouth were turned up, unable to be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

The two walked out of the Shopping Mall entrance, the night breeze blowing in their faces, carrying the chill of early winter.

Wang Yang opened the passenger door, and Ye Xueying bent down and sat in.

He closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat, and started the car.

The low roar of the engine sounded in the night.

The black X5M drove out of the parking lot and merged into the night traffic.

Streetlights outside the car window flickered past one by one, the orange light falling on Ye Xueying's face, flickering on and off.

She leaned against the seat, clutching the paper bag containing the necklace, and turned her head to look at Wang Yang's profile.

He was looking at the road ahead intently, his brow bone high, his nose bridge straight, his lips slightly pursed.

It was these very lips that had just kissed her.

Her fingers lifted unconsciously to touch her own lips, and the corners of her mouth curled up again.

Wang Yang held the steering wheel with one hand, reached out with the other, took her hand, and interlaced their fingers.

"What are you looking at?"

Ye Xueying lowered her head, blushing.

"Looking at the scenery."

Wang Yang smiled, his fingers gently stroking the back of her hand.

"Is the scenery as good-looking as me?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip.

"Not as good-looking as you."

After saying this, she was so shy that she turned her face to the car window first.

Wang Yang laughed out loud, tightened his grip on her hand, pressed the accelerator, and the car accelerated into the depths of the night.

...

The Ye family's old mansion, warm yellow lights shining in the living room.

A few small dishes and half a pot of hot tea were set on the rosewood dining table.