199: Chapter 199 You Smell So Good

He wore black boxer shorts that looked quite charming. His assets appeared rather impressive.

Ye Xueying's mind went blank with a buzz, and her face flushed crimson instantly.

The redness spread from her cheeks to her ears, down to her neck, and even her collarbones were tinged with pink.

Ye Xueying jerked her head away, covering her eyes with both hands, her voice trembling.

"Y-you, why did you come out without any clothes on!"

Wang Yang looked down at himself, then looked back up, wearing an innocent expression.

"I am wearing something. Isn't this wearing something?"

Ye Xueying peeked with one eye through her fingers, then quickly shut it again.

"That's what you call wearing clothes? It's just—just a tiny scrap of fabric! Hurry up and put on a bathrobe!"

Wang Yang laughed. Instead of grabbing the bathrobe, he walked over to the side of the bed.

"You're wearing the bathrobe. That was the only one. Why don't you take it off and give it to me?"

Ye Xueying glared at him through her fingers.

"Y-you're lying! There's clearly another one in the closet!"

"Oh, you knew? Then why didn't you say so earlier."

Wang Yang walked to the bedside and sat down next to her.

The mattress sank slightly, and Ye Xueying's body involuntarily tilted toward him.

She quickly scooted to the other side, her hands still covering her eyes, not daring to let go.

"Y-you, put something on first."

Wang Yang didn't move. He leaned against the headboard with his hands behind his head, looking as relaxed as if he were in his own home.

"I am wearing something. See? I have my underwear on. Or would you prefer I didn't wear those either?"

Ye Xueying opened a gap between her fingers again, peeking out with one eye to glare at him.

"Y-you're shameless."

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

She sat on the edge of the bed, about half an arm's length away from him, her body as stiff as a board.

Her bathrobe was wrapped tightly around her, the neckline pulled high, and the belt tied twice.

Her face was flushed as if it were on fire. From the side, her eyelashes were trembling lightly, and her earlobes were burning red.

He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gave a gentle tug.

Ye Xueying gasped as she was pulled into his arms.

Her hands instinctively braced against his chest, her palms pressed directly against his bare skin—warm and solid—feeling the contours of his muscles and his thumping heartbeat.

Her fingers flinched as if burned, but with nowhere else to put them, she just froze in place.

"Y-you, what are you doing? Let go."

Wang Yang didn't let go; instead, he tightened his arm.

Her waist was slender and soft, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the bathrobe.

He rested his chin in the hollow of her shoulder, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

"I won't. You smell so good. What body wash do you use?"

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, and fine goosebumps rose where his breath brushed against her ear.

"It's—it's just the one in the bathroom. Don't get so close, it tickles."

Her voice trembled, as did her body. She was like a little rabbit that had been caught—wanting to struggle, but not wanting to run away.

Wang Yang's lips slid from her earlobe down to her neck. He didn't kiss her; he just rubbed against her gently.

"It tickles? Where does it tickle? Here? Or here?"

His breath washed over her neck, warm and ticklish.

Ye Xueying clenched her hands, her nails lightly pinching his chest.

"Y-you, stop. It really tickles."

Wang Yang let out a low chuckle, rubbed his lips against her neck once more, then lifted his head, released her, and shifted back half a body's length.

Ye Xueying was stunned.

Her heart was still racing, her body still soft, and the warmth of his breath still lingered on her neck.

She had thought he would continue, that he would take things further.

But he stopped.

A momentary sense of emptiness washed over her, like being on a roller coaster that suddenly stopped at the peak—neither here nor there.

She bit her lip and lowered her head, twisting her fingers in her bathrobe, unable to tell if she felt relieved or disappointed.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, hands behind his head, tilting his head to look at her with a mischievous smirk.

"What's wrong? Can't bear for me to stop? Didn't you just tell me to let go?"

Ye Xueying jerked her head up, her face flushed red enough to bleed.

"I—I did not! Who can't bear it? Do whatever you want!"

Wang Yang laughed even more happily.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I'm—I'm hot!"

"Hot? The air conditioning is set so low and you're still hot? I think you just can't bear it. You say 'let go' with your mouth, but in your heart, are you thinking, 'Why did he stop?' Hmm?"

Ye Xueying grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

"Y-you, shut up! Don't say anything!"

Wang Yang caught the pillow, placed it on his lap, and looked at her with a smile.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. Come here."

Ye Xueying looked at him warily.

"What for?"

Wang Yang pointed to her hair, which was still dripping.

"To dry your hair. If you lie down without drying it, you'll wake up with a headache tomorrow. Be good, come here."

Ye Xueying blinked, stunned. She reached up to touch her hair and realized it was indeed still dripping.

She looked at Wang Yang. He was leaning against the headboard, holding the pillow she had just thrown at him. A smile played on his lips, and his eyes were gentle—a stark contrast to the person who had just been teasing her with a mischievous smirk.

The lingering disappointment in her heart vanished instantly, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling.

He had stopped because he wanted to help her dry her hair.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue; he was afraid she would catch a cold.

She bit her lip, her nose stinging slightly—not from hurt, but from being touched.

"Oh."

Her voice was small and soft.

She slowly scooted over and sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him.

Wang Yang took a hair dryer out of the nightstand drawer, plugged it in, and switched it on.

Warm air blew out as his fingers combed through her hair, slowly working from the roots to the ends.

His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were afraid of pulling her hair.

Ye Xueying closed her eyes, feeling his fingers weaving through her hair.

His fingertips occasionally brushed against her scalp—warm and ticklish—causing her to relax completely.

"Is the temperature okay? Is it too hot?"

Ye Xueying shook her head.

"It's just right. Not too hot."

Wang Yang held the hair dryer a little further away, his other hand continuing to fiddle with her hair.

"You have so much hair. It's so thick and smooth. Does it take forever to wash it?"

"It's alright. It's just a hassle to dry—my arms always get sore from holding it up."

Wang Yang chuckled.

"Then I'll dry it for you from now on."

Ye Xueying's body trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

"W-who asked you to?"

She said that, but her heart felt as sweet as if a jar of honey had been overturned.

From now on, he would dry her hair.

He said 'from now on'.

Wang Yang ran his fingers through her hair a few more times, then turned off the hair dryer.

"There. It's dry."

Ye Xueying reached up to touch her hair. It was indeed dry, smooth, and felt even better than when she dried it herself.

She turned around to look at him.

"How are you so good at this? Do you often do this for others?"

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You're the first. I've never practiced before—I'm just naturally gifted."

Ye Xueying bit her lip, unable to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Liar."

Wang Yang laughed, put the hair dryer back in the drawer, and reached out to gently ruffle her hair.