202: Chapter 202 I Love You

Wang Yang gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead and kissed her on the forehead again.

He silently calculated in his heart.

The money rewarded by the system previously, plus various critical hits.

Plus the thirty million from tonight.

The pure cash flow in his hands now had already firmly exceeded one hundred million.

One hundred million.

A true multi-millionaire.

Not assets, not equity, but pure cash—the kind you can take out at any moment to throw at people.

He remembered how a few months ago, he was still hesitating for ten minutes over roasted sweet potatoes that cost five yuan per jin.

Being pointed at by Liu Qian and scolded as a poor loser who didn't deserve to live.

Now, over one hundred million was lying in his account.

And this was just cash, not counting those real estate properties, equity, companies, and gangs.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, looking at the ceiling, the smile on his lips impossible to suppress.

Happy, he was truly happy.

Not because of the money itself, but because of this feeling that everything was under his control.

This feeling was just too damn good.

He took a deep breath, slowly suppressing those surging emotions.

No rush, there would be more in the future.

He hugged Ye Xueying tighter, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Her body was soft and warm, like a piece of warm, fragrant jade.

He closed his eyes, that same smile still hanging on his lips.

Not long after, he also fell into a deep sleep.

The morning sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto the floor, onto the bed, warm and cozy.

Wang Yang woke up first.

He opened his eyes; the person in his arms was still asleep.

Ye Xueying was lying on her side, her face pressed against his chest, her breathing light and long, like a little kitten curled up in his arms.

Her hair was scattered across the pillow and his arm, her eyelashes quietly covering her eyes.

A faint smile still hung on the corner of her lips; he wondered what sweet dream she was having.

The quilt had slid down to her waist, revealing her smooth shoulders and collarbones, which were densely covered with the marks he had left the night before.

Wang Yang watched her, his lips slowly curling up.

He didn't move, just watched her quietly like that.

After a few minutes, Ye Xueying's eyelashes fluttered gently, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, just waking up, were still hazy, as if separated by a thin mist.

She blinked, clearing the scene before her.

Wang Yang's chest, collarbones, chin, and then that face with a wicked smile.

Their eyes met.

Memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tide.

The hug in the Cinema, the kiss in the jewelry store, the confrontation at the bathroom door, again and again in bed.

Her face turned bright red instantly, from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck.

"Awake?"

Wang Yang's voice was hoarse, carrying the laziness of having just woken up.

Ye Xueying buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at him.

"Mm."

The sound was muffled and soft.

Wang Yang's hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips lightly grazing her spine.

"What are you hiding from? You were quite brave last night. You kept saying 'it's okay,' 'I'm okay.' Now you know how to be shy?"

Ye Xueying reached out and pinched his waist, not hard, like a cat scratching.

"You, you're not allowed to talk about it. You're not allowed to mention what happened last night."

"Why not allowed to mention it? I think it was quite good. Especially the third time, you—"

Ye Xueying suddenly raised her head and reached out to cover his mouth, her face so red it was almost steaming.

"Don't say it! Don't say it, don't say it!"

Her eyes were wide, her lips pursed, both shy and anxious.

Wang Yang, with his mouth covered by her, had eyes full of laughter.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked her palm.

Ye Xueying retracted her hand as if scalded, her face turning even redder.

"You, you pervert."

Wang Yang laughed, reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer into his embrace.

"What's wrong with being a pervert to you? You are my girlfriend, I can be as perverted as I want."

Ye Xueying lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, the corners of her lips curled up.

Girlfriend.

This word, from last night on, truly belonged to her.

"What are you thinking about? Smiling like that."

Ye Xueying shook her head.

"Nothing. I just feel like it's like a dream."

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"It's not a dream. It's real. From now on, every time you wake up, it will be real."

Ye Xueying felt a bit sour in her nose, buried her face in his chest, and nodded vigorously.

Wang Yang's hand gently rubbed her waist, his fingertips touching the soft flesh on her side, and he gave it a light pinch.

Ye Xueying shuddered all over, a soft sound escaping her lips.

"It's ticklish. Don't pinch."

Wang Yang laughed, his hand didn't stop, and he pinched it again.

"I'm going to pinch. This bit of flesh on your waist feels especially comfortable to touch. Soft, tender, just like jelly."

Ye Xueying twisted in his arms, wanting to dodge but unable to, laughing until she couldn't catch her breath.

"You, stop touching. It's really ticklish. If you touch again, I'll bite you."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Bite me? Come on, bite here."

He leaned his face over.

Ye Xueying took a light bite on his face, not even leaving a tooth mark, but instead smearing his face with saliva.

Wang Yang laughed and hugged her tighter.

"You call that biting? That's licking."

Ye Xueying buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

"It is biting. If you say it again, I'll bite again."

Wang Yang's hand tightened, circling her entire body in his embrace.

His hand slowly slid down from her waist, finally stopping on her lower abdomen.

His palm pressed against it, very light, very warm.

Ye Xueying didn't dodge, assuming he just liked touching her stomach.

She didn't know that, at this moment, inside that flat, soft lower abdomen, a tiny life was quietly growing.

Wang Yang didn't say anything either.

His hand just rested on her lower abdomen, gently stroking, one stroke after another, slow and leisurely.

Ye Xueying raised her head and looked at him.

"Why do you keep touching my stomach?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"I like it. Is that not allowed?"

Ye Xueying pressed her face back against his chest.

"It's allowed. You can touch if you want to."

Wang Yang lowered his head, his lips landing on her forehead, sliding from her forehead to the center of her brows, then from the center of her brows to the tip of her nose.

Then he turned over, gently pressing down on her, his hands supporting himself on both sides of her body.

His kiss slid from the tip of her nose to her lips, light and soft, like a feather landing on the surface of water.

Then his lips slid from the corners of her mouth to her chin, from her chin to her neck, and from her neck to her collarbone.

He paused at her collarbone and sucked gently.

Ye Xueying tilted her head back, her hands running through his hair, a soft sound escaping her lips.

Wang Yang's lips slid back from her collarbone and landed on her lips again.

The kiss was deep and slow, as if he were telling her something with it.

After a long while, he finally let her go.

The two of them pressed their foreheads together, their breathing intertwined.

Ye Xueying's eyes were watery, her lips slightly swollen and red.

Wang Yang looked at her.

"I love you."

Ye Xueying was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned red.

Not out of sadness, but out of happiness.

She raised her hand to wrap around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

"I love you too. Love you so, so much."

Wang Yang laughed and hugged her tighter.

The two of them just hugged like that, neither speaking, enjoying the morning tenderness.

Just at this moment, Wang Yang's phone rang.