196: Chapter 196 Sharing a Room

Hotel.

When Ye Xueying said in the car earlier that she didn't want to go home, she just wanted to spend a little more time together; she hadn't thought about it in such specific terms.

Now that the specific reality was right in front of her, she was the one who panicked.

They had just had dinner out before coming here.

Wang Yang had originally intended to take her straight home.

But then he thought about how Wen Yulan and Chen Xuemiao were still living at Yunxi Terrace.

If they went back at this hour, those two women would definitely be curled up on the sofa watching TV.

The moment he walked through the door, Chen Xuemiao would surely pounce on him and hang around his neck.

If Ye Xueying saw that scene, tonight wouldn't be a romantic evening; it would be a disaster.

To be safe, the hotel was the better option.

"Brother Wang, why, why are we here?"

Ye Xueying's voice trembled slightly, her face was bright red, and her fingers were clutching the belt of her coat.

Her eyes darted around, but she didn't dare look at the hotel entrance.

Wang Yang leaned against the car door, arms crossed over his chest, a smile on his lips.

"What do you think? It's this late, you said you didn't want to go home, if we don't come to a hotel, are we supposed to sleep on the street?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, her face turning even redder.

"I, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say, this, this is too fast."

Watching her look so shy and flustered, Wang Yang felt an unbearable itch in his heart.

He took a step forward, leaned close to her ear, and lowered his voice.

"What's too fast? I'm just getting a room for you to sleep in, I won't do anything. What are you thinking about?"

Ye Xueying's ears turned red instantly, and she reached out to push his chest, not hard, but softly.

"You, you're the one overthinking it. I wasn't thinking anything."

Wang Yang laughed and reached out to take her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.

Her palms were sweaty and cold, and her fingertips trembled slightly in his palm.

"Then let's go. Standing here catching the cold wind, if you're not cold, I am."

Led by him, Ye Xueying walked involuntarily toward the revolving door.

Her legs felt a bit weak; she didn't know if it was from the cold or nervousness.

She looked down at their interlaced hands, then up at Wang Yang's back.

He said he wouldn't do anything; was that true or false?

She bit her lip, her heart racing. She was a little scared, but also filled with an indescribable anticipation.

Wang Yang led her through the revolving door and into the lobby.

The crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the lights brilliant, and the marble floor polished so brightly it reflected their figures.

The young woman at the front desk saw them approaching and immediately straightened up, a professional smile on her face.

"Good evening, sir and madam. Do you have a reservation?"

Wang Yang leaned against the counter.

"No. What's the best room you have here?"

The young woman's eyes lit up.

"Sir, we have a luxury presidential suite on the top floor, with two bedrooms and a living room, a private viewing balcony, and a massage bathtub. The view is exceptional; you can see the night view of the entire city."

Wang Yang took out his bank card and placed it on the counter.

"That one. For one night."

The young woman took the card with both hands, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and then looked up at the two of them again.

Her gaze lingered on Ye Xueying's face for a moment, carrying a hint of unconcealable envy.

"Sir, madam, please show your ID cards."

Ye Xueying took her ID card out of her bag and handed it over in a flurry.

Her face remained red, and she didn't dare look up from start to finish.

After finishing the formalities, the young woman handed the room card and ID cards back with both hands.

"Sir, madam, your room is on the top floor, number 8888. The elevator is over there. I wish you both a pleasant stay."

That "both of you" was said with a meaningful tone.

Ye Xueying's face turned even redder, her fingers trembling as she took the ID cards.

Wang Yang, however, was quite natural; he took the room card and led her toward the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and the mirrored walls reflected their shadows.

Ye Xueying stood beside him, head lowered, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.

Wang Yang leaned against the elevator wall and turned his head to look at her.

"What are you nervous about? It's not the first time you've been alone with me."

Ye Xueying looked up and glared at him.

"That, that's different. The Cinema is the Cinema, and here is—"

"Is what?"

She couldn't continue, her face blushing so deeply it seemed like it was bleeding.

Wang Yang laughed and reached out to gently ruffle her hair.

"Don't worry. I said I wouldn't do anything, so I won't do anything. Do you trust me?"

Ye Xueying looked at him; his eyes were bright, a smile on his lips, and he didn't look like he was lying.

She nodded slowly.

"I trust you."

The elevator stopped at the top floor.

Wang Yang led her out, and the hallway was covered with a thick carpet.

Oil paintings hung on the walls, and the wall lamps glowed with warm yellow light; it was so quiet she could hear her own footsteps.

They walked to the door of room 8888, Wang Yang swiped the card and pushed the door open.

Ye Xueying walked in, her gaze scanning the room.

Floor-to-ceiling windows occupied the entire wall, with the city's night view spread out outside; the myriad lights looked like a flowing galaxy.

A luxury presidential suite—she had stayed in one when she went on business trips with her father as a child, and she had also stayed in one when she went to the provincial capital for meetings with her uncle.

Such rooms were nothing unusual for her.

But today was different.

Today, she had walked through this door with Wang Yang.

The room card was inserted into the power slot, making a soft beep, and the lights in the entire room turned on.

Just the two of them.

Once the door closed, the outside world had nothing to do with them.

Ye Xueying stood in the middle of the living room, hugging her bag, suddenly unsure of where to walk or where to sit.

The air was filled with an indescribable scent—not perfume, not floral.

It was that faint, ambiguous feeling that only exists when two people are alone.

Wang Yang changed into slippers, walked over to the sofa, sat down, leaned back against the soft backrest, and let out a long breath.

He looked up and saw Ye Xueying still standing where she was, hugging her bag, her face flushed red, eyes not knowing where to look.

"Are you planning on standing there all night?"

Ye Xueying came back to her senses, her face flushing even more.

"I, I was just looking."

Wang Yang patted the sofa cushion next to him.

"Come sit. Why are you standing so far away? It's not like I'm going to eat you."

Ye Xueying bit her lip, slowly shuffled over, and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

There was almost a meter of distance between them.

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her and smiled.

"If you sit that far away, I'll have to shout to talk to you."

Ye Xueying's fingers twisted on her knees.

"This, this isn't very far. I can hear you."

Wang Yang didn't speak but shifted half a body's width toward her.

Ye Xueying's body stiffened, but she didn't move.

He shifted another half body's width, and the distance between them shortened to less than a palm's width.

His leg was almost touching hers; through her jeans and stockings, he could feel the warmth of her body.

"How about now?"

Ye Xueying's breathing was visibly rapid, her chest heaving.

"Too, too close."

Wang Yang turned his head and looked at her.

The light fell on her profile, her eyelashes long, her nose bridge delicate and upturned.

The lip glaze on her lips glistened under the light.

Her ears were burning red, and her neck was stained with a layer of pink.

"You were quite bold at the Shopping Mall today. Why are you acting like a coward now?"