189: Chapter 189 Ye Xueying Trying on Clothes

Wang Yang leaned against the sofa.

"What's the rush? Try them on one by one, go ahead."

Ye Xueying took the clothes, and the sales assistant guided her toward the fitting rooms.

The fitting rooms were at the very back of the shop, a row of three.

Each was an independent little cubicle, with doors made of heavy wooden sliding panels.

Ye Xueying hugged the clothes, went inside, and pulled the door shut.

Wang Yang sat on the sofa outside, picking up a magazine to flip through casually.

The sales assistant stood nearby and said with a smile,

"Sir, you are really good to your girlfriend. It's rare to see a guy with so much patience while shopping with his girlfriend."

Wang Yang smiled without saying anything.

After flipping through two pages of the magazine, the fitting room door cracked open.

Ye Xueying poked her head out, her face flushed, her eyes looking a bit flustered.

"Brother Wang."

Wang Yang put down the magazine and looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, her voice kept very low.

"This, this zipper is in the back. I can't reach it. Could you, could you come in and help me for a second?"

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth slowly curled up.

"Okay."

He stood up and walked to the entrance of the fitting room.

Ye Xueying pulled the door open a little, turned sideways to let him in, and then quickly pulled the door shut.

The fitting room was very small.

A large mirror occupied an entire wall, and opposite it was a narrow changing stool with a few clothes hooks on the wall.

With the two of them standing inside, it was almost full.

Wang Yang stood behind her, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

The scene in the mirror made Ye Xueying's heart beat even faster.

Wang Yang watched her from the mirror.

She was wearing that lotus-pink chiffon blouse.

The hem of the blouse hadn't been tucked into her skirt yet, hanging loosely at her waist.

The fabric of the blouse was very thin and slightly translucent, allowing the outline of her undergarments to be vaguely visible.

The neckline was open because the zipper hadn't been pulled up.

The blouse was open from the back down to her shoulder blades, revealing her fair spine and a thin black bra strap.

Her hair was let down, with a few stray strands sticking to her neck, slightly dampened by sweat.

Her face was flushed, red from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes, down to her neck, and to her collarbones.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and her fingers gripped the hem of the blouse, her knuckles turning white.

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

From her gently heaving chest to her slender waist, down to the fingers gripping the hem of her shirt.

Her skin was very fair, glowing with a faint luster under the warm yellow light, like fine mutton-fat jade.

"Brother Wang, you, don't just stare. Help me zip it up."

Ye Xueying's voice was trembling, her face getting redder and redder.

Wang Yang took a small step forward, closing the distance between them even further.

His chest was almost pressing against her back; through the thin blouse, she could feel the warmth of his body.

Wang Yang raised his hand, his fingers pinching the zipper pull.

His fingertips inevitably brushed against the skin of her back.

Smooth, warm, like silk.

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, and her hands gripped the hem of the blouse tightly.

"Don't move."

Wang Yang's voice was very low, right by her ear.

Ye Xueying froze, not daring to move.

Wang Yang slowly pulled the zipper up, his movements very slow and gentle.

The zipper closed inch by inch, and the sensation of his fingertips slid all the way from her smooth back to the nape of her neck.

With every inch he slid, Ye Xueying's body trembled.

The zipper reached the top, but Wang Yang didn't pull his hand back.

His fingertips lingered on the nape of her neck, pressing down gently.

Ye Xueying shivered all over, letting out a very soft, muffled groan.

"Brother Wang."

Wang Yang watched her from the mirror; her eyes were watery, her lips slightly parted, and her face was flushed as if it were about to burn up.

His gaze shifted down a little, looking into her slightly open neckline, where he could see a glimpse of a hidden curve.

It wasn't very deep, but the shape was beautiful—fair and soft, rising and falling gently with her breathing.

Ye Xueying saw from the mirror that his gaze was resting on her neckline.

She suddenly raised her hand to cover her chest, her face turning crimson.

"You, what are you looking at? You aren't allowed to look."

Her voice was shy and urgent, but she wasn't truly angry.

Wang Yang laughed, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

"I look because it's beautiful. Why would I look if it weren't?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, glaring at him in the mirror.

"You, you pervert."

Wang Yang lowered his head, leaning close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Is that all it takes to be a pervert? I haven't even done anything yet."

Ye Xueying's ears were burning hot, and she shrank back slightly.

"You, don't get so close. It's so hot."

Wang Yang laughed, stepped back a little, and pulled his hand away from the nape of her neck.

"It's zipped up. Check the effect."

Ye Xueying took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her racing heart.

She turned around to face the mirror and straightened the hem of her blouse.

The lotus-pink chiffon blouse clung to her, making her skin look even fairer, and the small bow tied at the neckline made her look sweet and gentle.

The dark blue jeans clung to her legs, outlining the curves of her hips perfectly.

Wang Yang leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching her from the mirror.

"It looks good. We'll take this one."

Ye Xueying glanced at him in the mirror, the corners of her mouth curling up.

"Re, really, does it look good?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"It looks good. But it looked better just a moment ago."

Ye Xueying froze for a second.

"Just a moment ago?"

Wang Yang laughed.

"When the zipper wasn't pulled up."

Ye Xueying's face turned beet red instantly; she grabbed the cushion from the changing stool and threw it at him.

"You, you're not allowed to say that!"

Wang Yang caught the cushion and stepped back toward the door with a smile.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. You go ahead and try on some other things; I'll wait outside."

He put the cushion back on the changing stool, placed his hand on the doorknob, and looked back at her once more.

Ye Xueying was standing in front of the mirror, her face flushed, glaring at him.

In her eyes, there was feigned anger, shyness, and a hint of irrepressible joy.

Looking at her like this, Wang Yang felt an unbearable itch in his heart.

He took a step forward, wrapped one arm around her waist, and gave a gentle tug.

Ye Xueying fell into his arms, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest.

"Brother Wang."

Before she could finish, Wang Yang lowered his head and gave her lips a light peck.

It was very light, very fast, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then he let her go, opened the door, and walked out.

The door closed behind him.

Ye Xueying stood alone in the fitting room, her hands still in the position of pressing against his chest.

The warmth of his lips still lingered on hers, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat, and her mind was a complete blank.

He kissed her.

He kissed her again.

Not in a dark, dim place like the Cinema, but in a brightly lit fitting room.

She slowly raised her hand and lightly touched her own lips with her fingers.

Then she squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and let out a muffled, soft whimper.

"Ye Xueying, what is wrong with you?"

But the corners of her mouth were curled up.

She couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she tried.