182: Chapter 182 Intimate Encounters at the Cinema

Ye Xueying's face flushed again, and she glared at him, but her gaze had absolutely no lethality; it was soft and weak.

"Who, who asked you to eat my leftovers."

Wang Yang didn't reply, just watched her with a smile.

She felt even more embarrassed under his gaze and turned her head away.

She stared at the ticket gate ahead, pretending to be very focused.

But the redness of her earlobes betrayed her.

The queue for ticket inspection moved forward, and it was their turn.

Wang Yang handed over the tickets, the staff member tore off the stubs and said with a smile, "Enjoy the movie."

Wang Yang nodded, and the two walked inside.

The corridor was dimly lit, with posters of currently showing movies hanging on the walls.

Ye Xueying walked beside him with light steps.

"Brother Wang, have you really watched this before?"

Wang Yang thought for a moment.

"Why would I lie to you? I've seen clips. The one where Sadako crawls out of the TV."

Ye Xueying bit her lip, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"That, is that one very scary? I had nightmares all night just from watching the clips."

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her.

She was looking up, her eyes bright, like a nervous little deer.

"It's alright. If you're scared, just close your eyes."

Ye Xueying shook her head.

"Closing my eyes won't help. The sound effects are also very scary, that buzzing static sound, and the soundtrack."

Wang Yang smiled and leaned half a step closer to her, his shoulder almost touching hers.

"Then just grab my hand. I won't blame you if you squeeze me hard."

Ye Xueying's lips curled up, but she quickly pressed them down, feigning calmness as she let out an "Oh."

"You said it yourself. Don't complain if I pinch you then."

The two entered the Cinema hall.

The lights hadn't been dimmed yet, and dim yellow light spilled down from the ceiling, illuminating rows of red seats.

There weren't many people, just a scattering, mostly sitting in the middle and front rows.

Their seats were in the back row, in a corner spot.

Wang Yang glanced at the seat number and felt amused.

This girl, she says she's scared, but she sure knows how to pick seats.

Back row corner, no one next to them, it wouldn't be easy for anyone to see what they were doing.

It was hard to tell if she did it on purpose or by accident.

Whatever, it was in his favor anyway.

The two walked over and sat down.

The seats were soft with high backrests; once seated, people in the front rows couldn't see the back at all, like a small private room.

Ye Xueying sat on his left, took off her coat and draped it over her lap, revealing a lotus-pink turtleneck sweater and a dark grey woolen miniskirt.

The sweater was tight-fitting, clinging to her body, outlining the curve of her chest just right.

Her legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, were pressed together, her knees tilted slightly toward him.

Her skirt had hiked up a bit more because she sat down.

It revealed a section of her thigh, glistening with a delicate sheen under the dim yellow light.

Wang Yang's gaze lingered on her legs for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened.

He placed the popcorn on the armrest between them and handed her a cup of cola.

Ye Xueying took it, her fingers brushing against his, and she flinched slightly as if scalded.

"Thank you."

Wang Yang leaned back in his seat, turning his head to watch her.

The lights hadn't been dimmed, and her profile was soft in the dim light, her eyelashes long.

Her nose was pert, and the lip glaze on her lips was moist.

He clicked his tongue internally.

This girl was truly beautiful.

Not the gaudy kind of beautiful, but the clean, pure kind that made people want to hold her in the palm of their hands.

"What are you nervous about? The movie hasn't even started yet."

Ye Xueying bit her lip.

"I, I'm not nervous."

Wang Yang smiled.

"If you're not nervous, why are you shaking?"

Ye Xueying looked down at her hands, which were indeed trembling slightly.

She switched the cola cup to her left hand and placed her right hand on her knee, holding down her skirt.

"I'm just, just a little scared. But I really want to watch it. It's contradictory."

Wang Yang reached out, patted the back of her hand lightly, and then, instead of pulling his hand back, he just left it covering the back of her hand.

His hand was large, covering her whole hand, his palm warm.

"What is there to be afraid of? I'm here."

Ye Xueying's hand quieted down in his palm, no longer trembling.

She could feel the warmth of his palm, traveling from the back of her hand straight to her heart.

She stole a glance at him; he was looking at the screen, the lines of his profile looking sharp and chiseled in the dim light.

Her heart skipped a few more beats.

When he said "I'm here," she really wasn't afraid anymore.

The lights went out.

The Cinema hall plunged into darkness, with only the advertisements on the screen still shining, casting colorful lights onto their faces.

Ye Xueying's breathing became noticeably quicker, and her hand tightened slightly in his palm.

Wang Yang leaned back in his seat, his fingers gently stroking the back of her hand, with no intention of pulling away.

Her skin was smooth, the bones on the back of her hand delicate, and it felt very nice.

Ye Xueying didn't pull her hand away either.

She could feel the movement of his fingers, very light, very slow, as if he were caressing something precious.

Her heart was beating wildly, but she didn't want to pull away at all.

The advertisements finished playing.

The screen went black for a moment.

The movie officially began.

The opening was a low, oppressive soundtrack, played on a cello, muffled.

Like something was wriggling underground.

The screen was very dark, an old Japanese-style house, the TV flickering with static, the buzzing sound of electricity echoing in the Cinema hall.

Ye Xueying's hand tightened in his palm, her fingernails gently pinching him.

Wang Yang felt it, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He wasn't afraid of these things to begin with.

Back when he lived alone, he would watch horror movies when bored at night, so he had long been immune to them.

Let alone being scared, he even felt a bit bored now.

But at this moment, not only was he not bored, he was actually quite excited.

Because Ye Xueying was scared.

The more scared she was, the more she leaned toward him.

This wasn't a horror movie; it was an assist movie.

Just as he was thinking this, the screen suddenly flashed.

The female lead was flipping through an old diary, the soundtrack becoming more and more eerie, sharper and sharper.

Suddenly, a pale, ghastly face emerged from between the pages of the diary, its eyes hollow black holes.

Like two bottomless pits, staring at the screen.

Several girls in the Cinema hall screamed simultaneously.

Ye Xueying shuddered all over, instinctively shrinking toward Wang Yang.

Her hand suddenly tightened around his fingers, her fingernails almost sinking into the flesh on the back of his hand.

Her shoulder pressed tightly against his arm, and she was like a frightened little rabbit, desperately trying to burrow into a safe place.

"Ah."

The sound was very small, suppressed, squeezed out from her throat, with a hint of trembling.

Wang Yang turned his head, watching her in the darkness.

The white light from the screen shone on her face; her eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, and her complexion was a bit pale.

His fingers slid over the back of her hand, interlacing with her fingers, locking them together.

Not a light hold, but a tight grip, the kind that wouldn't let her break free.

He could feel the slenderness of her fingers, the distinct knuckles, trembling slightly between his fingers.

Ye Xueying's hand stiffened for a moment.

She could feel the strength of his fingers, tight and firm, as if once they held on, they wouldn't let go.