198: Chapter 198 Be a good boy and wait for me to eat you

Ye Xueying walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a white bathrobe.

The bathrobe was a standard hotel issue, made of pure cotton, soft and clinging to her body.

She tied the belt tightly and pulled the collar high, as if she wanted to wrap herself up like a zongzi.

But a bathrobe was still a bathrobe; no matter how tight, it couldn't hide her curves.

Although the collar was pulled high, her collarbones were still exposed, fair and delicate, like two shallow crescent moons.

The hem of the bathrobe only reached above her knees, revealing a section of smooth, slender, and straight calves.

Her legs without stockings were even more beautiful than during the day, her skin glowing white, and because she had just taken a hot shower, it had a faint pink hue, like a freshly peeled egg.

She wore a pair of white hotel slippers, her toenails painted with pale pink polish, and her toes were slightly curled, extremely nervous.

Her hair hadn't completely dried yet, half-damp and draped over her shoulders.

Water droplets dripped from her hair ends, landing on the collar of her bathrobe, spreading into a small dark water stain.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were watery.

Fine water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, like a hibiscus just pulled from the water.

She stood at the bathroom door, her head lowered, not daring to look at Wang Yang, her fingers clutching the hem of her bathrobe until her knuckles turned white.

She was like a kitten just pulled from the water, shy and scared, wanting to hide yet also wanting to snuggle.

Wang Yang's gaze slowly moved down from her face.

From her slightly open collar, to her slender waist, to her smooth calves, to her curled toes.

His breathing slowed by half a beat.

Beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

Not the kind of beauty that was carefully made up.

It was the kind of clean, unadorned, natural beauty after a shower.

A lotus emerging from water would be no more beautiful.

Wang Yang stood up from the sofa.

Ye Xueying heard his footsteps, suddenly looked up, and took a step back, her back pressing against the bathroom doorframe.

"You, don't come over."

Her voice trembled, and she clutched the collar of her bathrobe even tighter.

Wang Yang didn't stop, walking closer step by step.

His steps weren't fast, but each one seemed to fall in rhythm with her heartbeat.

"Why stand so far away? I won't eat you."

Ye Xueying's face grew even redder.

"You, you said that in the Cinema too. And you ended up kissing me."

Wang Yang smiled, already standing in front of her.

"What about this time? What do you think I'll do?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, unable to speak.

Wang Yang reached out and propped his hand on the doorframe behind her, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her gently.

Ye Xueying stumbled into his embrace, her bathrobe rubbing against his clothes with a faint friction sound.

Her waist was very slender and soft, felt through the thin bathrobe.

He could feel the warmth and slight trembling of her skin.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It wasn't a fleeting kiss, but a deep kiss in the true sense.

Filled with warmth, intensity, and all the emotions accumulated throughout the night.

Ye Xueying closed her eyes, her hands sliding up from his chest to embrace his neck.

This time, she was much more skilled at breathing.

Although still a bit clumsy, at least she wasn't gasping for air.

Wang Yang's hand gently caressed her waist.

Through the bathrobe, he could feel the smoothness and warmth of her skin.

His fingers slowly slid up from her side, touching the edge of the bathrobe's collar.

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away.

After an unknown amount of time, they slowly separated.

Ye Xueying leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath, her face flushed crimson, her lips slightly swollen and red, and her eyes watery.

The collar of her bathrobe had twisted a little during the kiss, revealing a section of her fair shoulder and half of her collarbone.

On her collarbone was a faint hickey, left by him just now.

Wang Yang looked down at her, his breathing noticeably heavier than before.

His gaze slid from her watery eyes to her swollen red lips, from her slightly open collar to her smooth shoulder.

So sexy.

Her freshly showered skin carried the faint scent of shower gel, not perfume.

It was that clean, soft scent that made one want to bury their face in it.

His fingers gently caressed her waist, his fingertips touching the edge of the bathrobe's belt.

Ye Xueying felt his fingers and her body stiffened slightly.

She reached out and pressed his hand, her voice as soft as water, with a hint of panic.

"Brother Wang. You, you go take a shower first."

Wang Yang's hand stopped.

He looked down at her; her face was almost smoking red, but there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

He took a deep breath, withdrew his hand from her waist, and lightly kissed her forehead.

"Alright. Be good and wait for me. Wait for me to devour you."

Ye Xueying's face instantly turned crimson, and she punched him lightly on the chest.

"You, why do you say such terrible things? What do you mean 'devour'?"

Wang Yang smiled, stepped back, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Exactly that. Devour you, from head to toe, bite by bite."

Ye Xueying covered her face, letting out a muffled whimper.

Wang Yang laughed, pushed open the bathroom door, walked in, and then looked back at her.

"Be good. Don't run around."

Ye Xueying peeked out from between her fingers and glared at him.

"Hurry up and take your shower!"

Wang Yang burst into laughter and closed the bathroom door.

Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Ye Xueying leaned against the doorframe, her legs so weak they felt like cotton, and slowly slid down.

She squatted on the floor, burying her face in her knees.

Her heart was still racing, and the warmth of his lips lingered on hers.

He said, "Wait for me to devour you."

He said, "From head to toe, bite by bite."

She bit her lip, her ears burning hot.

Ye Xueying, you're finished.

You won't be able to escape tonight.

But you don't want to run at all.

She squatted there, listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

...

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

In less than ten minutes, the door opened.

Wang Yang walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

His hair hadn't been dried yet, wet and slicked back, with a few drops of water dripping from the ends.

Falling onto his shoulders and chest.

His physique was fully revealed under the light.

Broad shoulders, deep collarbones, firm but not exaggerated chest muscles, and the faint outline of abdominal muscles around his waist.

Two V-lines extended downwards from his sides, disappearing into the waistband of his black briefs.

He stood there like a leopard fresh from a bath, both languid and dangerous.

Wang Yang was humming a cheerful tune, a pop song he'd heard somewhere.

Humming intermittently, a smile on his lips, in an incredibly good mood.

Ye Xueying was sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting the hem of her bathrobe.

Her mind was still replaying his earlier words, "Wait for me to devour you."

Hearing the movement, she subconsciously looked up.

Then her entire body froze.

Her gaze first fell on his chest, where water droplets were sliding down the contours of his muscles.

Then it uncontrollably moved downwards, past his abs, past his V-lines, finally stopping at that place.