183: Chapter 183 I Don't Want to Leave His Arms

Her heart was racing as if it were about to leap out of her throat, but that sense of fear seemed to be quelled by his hand.

Then, she slowly relaxed, letting him hold her.

Wang Yang raised his other hand, wrapped it around her back, rested it on her other shoulder, and pulled her in gently.

His arm encircled her shoulders, his palm resting against the sweater on her shoulder, feeling the slight trembling of her body beneath it.

Ye Xueying was pulled halfway into his embrace.

Her shoulder pressed against his chest, and she leaned against him sideways.

Her body was soft and warm, and through her sweater, he could feel her body heat and slight trembling.

"Don't be afraid. It's fake."

Wang Yang's voice was very low, close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

Ye Xueying's ears turned red instantly, from her earlobes to the edges.

She could feel his breath—warm, ticklish, like a feather brushing against the tip of her ear.

She felt her whole body go limp.

Leaning in his arms, she breathed in his scent.

The fresh scent of laundry detergent mixed with a faint hint of tobacco, along with his own unique aroma.

It was clean, warm, and comforting.

It wasn't perfume; it was just his own scent.

Ye Xueying secretly took another breath, wanting to commit this scent to memory.

The pale face on the screen had long since vanished; the heroine was still flipping through her diary, and the background music had returned to normal.

Yet, she didn't want to get up from Wang Yang's embrace at all.

His chest was solid and steady to lean against, like a wall that would never collapse.

She could hear his heartbeat—thump, thump, thump—steadier than her own.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

The light from the screen reflected on her face; her eyelashes trembled gently, and her face was flushed as if it were on fire.

Yet her body didn't pull away; she even snuggled further into his arms, like a kitten that had found its nest.

His hand gently caressed her shoulder, feeling the warm skin beneath the sweater.

Wang Yang's lips slowly curled into a smile.

His hand slid down from her shoulder to her waist, holding her gently.

Ye Xueying's waist was slim and soft; he could feel the curve of her waist through the sweater.

His fingers pressed lightly against it.

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, she leaned her head further onto his shoulder.

Wang Yang knew exactly where he stood now.

She wasn't pulling away.

She wasn't afraid.

She wasn't resisting.

She was even leaning in closer.

The time was right.

By the time this movie ended, he would have her.

The movie continued on the screen; Sadako hadn't crawled out of the television yet.

But Wang Yang's mind was no longer on the movie at all.

His hand held her waist, his fingers gently tracing circles along her side.

Ye Xueying's breathing had clearly become uneven, her chest heaving, yet she still didn't pull away.

She was waiting for him—waiting for him to take the next step.

Wang Yang turned his head, his lips almost brushing her ear.

"Are you still afraid?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip and shook her head.

Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum.

"No, I'm not."

Wang Yang chuckled, brushing his nose against her earlobe.

Ye Xueying trembled all over, her hand gripping the hem of his shirt.

In the darkness, the two of them just leaned against each other.

The movie continued to play, the light from the screen flickering over them.

Neither of them cared anymore about when Sadako would crawl out.

...

The movie continued.

Sadako finally crawled out of the television.

Her face was deathly pale, her limbs twisted, and damp hair covered her entire face.

She inched her way out of the screen, bit by bit.

A chorus of screams erupted in the Cinema hall, rising and falling.

But neither Wang Yang nor Ye Xueying was watching.

Wang Yang's hand had been around her waist the entire time, never letting go since that pale face first appeared.

Her waist was slim and soft; he could feel the warmth of her skin through her lotus-pink sweater.

His fingers rested lightly against her side, not moving, but not pulling away either.

Ye Xueying leaned against his shoulder, curled up in his arms like a kitten that had found its nest.

She could feel the warmth of his palm spreading from her waist through her entire body—it was toasty, more effective than a heater.

On the screen, Sadako had crawled out; the soundtrack was sharp and piercing, and the entire Cinema hall was filled with screams.

Ye Xueying wasn't afraid at all anymore.

It wasn't that the movie wasn't scary; it was just that his embrace was too secure.

Wang Yang's mind was also completely off the movie.

He looked down at Ye Xueying in his arms; the white light from the screen shone on her face.

Her eyelashes were lowered, her lips curled slightly, and he wondered what she was thinking.

His fingers pressed lightly against her waist.

Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, she snuggled further into his arms.

His lips slowly curled into a smile.

Over the past hour or so, he had completely figured this woman out.

She wasn't pulling away, she wasn't afraid, she wasn't resisting, and she was even leaning in closer.

The time was right.

The movie ended.

The screen froze on the final shot: Sadako had finally been sealed away, and the heroine was slumped on the ground, gasping for air.

The music stopped, and the Cinema hall fell silent for a moment.

With a click, the lights flooded the room.

The incandescent light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the entire Cinema hall.

Every corner was exposed.

The audience in the front rows began to stand up, gathering their coats and bags, and the sounds of rustling filled the air.

Some were stretching, some were yawning, and others were discussing which scene had been the scariest.

Ye Xueying froze.

She looked down at herself.

She was still curled up in Wang Yang's arms, her shoulder against his chest, her hand still gripping the hem of his shirt.

Wang Yang's arm was around her waist, his fingers still resting on her side, with absolutely no intention of pulling away.

Her face turned bright red instantly, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and down to her neck.

"W-Wang, Brother Wang, it's over."

Her voice was urgent and embarrassed as she scrambled to pull herself out of his arms.

Wang Yang didn't pull his hand away; instead, he pressed lightly against her waist.

"Mm. It's over."

Ye Xueying struggled, but couldn't break free.

Her face turned even redder.

"Then—then let me go! Others are watching."

Wang Yang turned his head and glanced around.

A few audience members in the front rows were standing up and putting on their coats.

A girl turned around to look at the back rows, her gaze lingering on them for a moment.

The corner of her mouth curled up, and she quickly turned back around.

The girl tugged on her boyfriend's sleeve and whispered something to him.

Her boyfriend also glanced back, his eyes carrying that knowing smirk that all men understand.

Ye Xueying saw it too.

She buried her face in the crook of Wang Yang's shoulder, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

"It's all your fault. We were seen."

Her voice was muffled, coming from the crook of his shoulder, soft as cotton candy.

Wang Yang chuckled and looked down at her.

"So what if they saw? Is it against the law for me to hold my own woman?"

Ye Xueying lifted her head from his shoulder and glared at him.

But her glare had no bite; her eyes were watery, filled with a mix of coyness and shyness.

"Who—who is your woman? You're talking nonsense again."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Not? Then why were you snuggling into my arms just now?"