Chapter 391 - 386: Sleep with You

Chapter 391: Chapter 386: Sleep with You

「The next morning.」

When Wang Ming woke up, he saw his mom in the kitchen making fried eggs.

Li Weiya glanced at her son. "Up so early? I didn’t make you breakfast."

Wang Ming, brushing his teeth, grinned, revealing a mouthful of foam. "Don’t worry about it, Mom. Shen Ying and I are going out to eat later."

"I figured as much."

He quickly washed up, styled his hair, and changed his clothes. He slung his chest bag on and studied his reflection in the mirror for a long time. Then, he ran into his mom’s room to spray on some of her perfume before finally nodding, completely satisfied.

Li Weiya watched her son, who had suddenly become so concerned with his appearance. He used to pay little attention to these things. Now that he had a girlfriend, everything was different.

"Mom, I’m heading out to find Shen Ying," Wang Ming said.

Li Weiya glanced at the time. It was just past seven in the morning. ’Isn’t that a little early?’

"You’re going over now? Is Yingying even awake yet?"

"I’ll give her a call."

"Oh. Well, in that case, go on. Have fun today."

"Thanks, Mom."

Wang Ming was putting on his shoes at the door. Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, Li Weiya walked over and straightened his slightly wrinkled collar.

Without a word, she took out a small, pink packet and slipped it into his pants pocket.

’Her son was going to a hotel this early. If the two lovebirds got carried away with hugging and kissing, lost in the heat of the moment, this would at least provide some insurance against any accidents.’

"Oh, right, Ah Ming, have Yingying over for dinner tonight."

Old Wang looked into his mom’s eyes, thought of how open-minded she was, and grinned. "Okay."

Once outside, Wang Ming walked toward the nearby hotel, his heart blooming with joy. He passed a flower shop that was just opening. After some serious thought, he went in and bought a single, bright red rose.

Ever since a rose had helped him successfully confess his feelings on New Year’s Eve, he’d had an incredibly fond feeling toward them.

He brought the flower to Shen Ying’s room. When no one answered his knock, he took out his phone and called her.

The phone rang for seven or eight seconds before she picked up.

"Dork, morning... *Yawn*—" Shen Ying’s drowsy, bubbly voice came through the phone, followed by an adorable yawn.

"Good morning, my Ying. Still in bed?" Wang Ming chuckled softly.

"Mhm... I was so tired yesterday, and the bed here is so soft. With the AC on, I slept really well," Shen Ying answered groggily.

Wang Ming guessed she was probably talking with her eyes still closed. "Sweetheart, hurry and open the door for me. I’m already here."

"Huh? You’re here already?"

Shen Ying was instantly awake. She propped herself up and looked toward the door, and sure enough, she heard a soft knock.

She glanced at the time. It was only seven-thirty. ’Does this dork want to see me that badly?’

Shen Ying got out of bed and straightened her clothes a bit. She was wearing a knee-length nightgown, and aside from revealing her smooth, delicate calves, there seemed to be no need to change.

Shuffling in her slippers, she walked to the door and opened it a crack. Seeing that it was indeed Wang Ming standing outside, she opened it wider.

"Ying, a flower for you."

Wang Ming brought the rose out from behind his back and presented it to her. Though it was only one, the gesture was more than enough.

Shen Ying blinked. ’When did this dork get so romantic?’

"Hurry up and get in here."

She pulled Wang Ming into the room and shut the door. He took a deep breath and said, slightly mesmerized, "It smells so good in here. It’s all your scent."

’The thought that I might one day live with Shen Ying, that this scent would fill every corner of our life together, is incredibly exciting.’

"That’s just the body wash. How could a person’s natural scent be that strong?" Shen Ying blushed slightly.

"But it’s only because you’re the one using it that the body wash smells so good."

Hearing her beloved’s cheesy sweet talk, a hint of shyness flashed in Shen Ying’s eyes. ’It’s so early, but his mouth is already dripping with honey. How can he say such nice things?’

"Such a smooth-talker, so improper. Did you learn that from Jiang Xia?"

Wang Ming chuckled. "I’m self-taught."

Seeing his silly expression, Shen Ying scoffed gently, "Dork."

"Ying~ I want a hug~"

She hesitated slightly. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and if they hugged, he would easily be able to tell.

But seeing the hopeful look in her boyfriend’s eyes, the pure joy filling them, she didn’t want to refuse.

"Just a quick one."

Shen Ying stepped forward and gently hugged him, resting her head lightly on his shoulder.

His mind filled with romantic thoughts. His hands, wrapped around her back, gently patted her, and sure enough, he didn’t feel a bra strap.

Old Wang subconsciously gulped. He felt like he had just discovered something incredible. ’Have Shen Ying and I already reached this level of intimacy?’

"What are you groping for?" Shen Ying said shyly.

"Ying, are you... are you... not... not..." he stammered, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

"Don’t say it!"

Shen Ying pushed him away with a bashful expression, a crimson blush spreading across her face, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

Old Wang stared, momentarily stunned. Only then did he truly notice Shen Ying’s attire. It was a simple, straight-cut nightgown which, while not outlining her figure, perfectly accentuated her well-proportioned calves.

"Ying, you’re so beautiful," he said, still in a daze.

His stare made Shen Ying extremely shy. She hurried to the bed and hid under the covers. He walked over, step by step. Shen Ying clutched the blanket tightly, her eyes fixed on his, a strange nervousness fluttering in her heart.

A man and woman, newly in love and alone in a room together. It seemed like the perfect setup for something to happen.

"Ying, did you not get enough sleep?"

Shen Ying asked warily, "What are you trying to do?"

"I think I got up too early..." Wang Ming said, suppressing the fluttering in his heart. "I want to lie down for a little while longer."

He looked at the big bed. There were two pillows but only one person lying there. ’What a waste,’ he thought.

Meaning, he wanted to sleep here.

Shen Ying blushed and said, "Well, you can lie down and rest for a bit then."

Wang Ming blinked. ’Does this count as getting my girlfriend’s tacit approval?’

He walked to the other side of the bed and lay down on top of the covers. Turning to look at the deeply blushing Shen Ying, he chuckled softly. "My dear Ying, does this count as me having made it into your bed?"

"Of course not."

"There’s you, and there’s a bed. How is it not?"

Shen Ying’s face was burning red, and she fell silent. She suddenly realized this guy had gotten a lot bolder, daring to tease her like this.

She pursed her lips and drew an imaginary line between their two pillows. "You’re not allowed to cross over."

"I want to hug you again," Wang Ming said, his throat dry. "Through the blanket."

Shen Ying turned her head and looked into his clear eyes. "Just hugging. No funny business."

"Mhm!"

She closed her eyes. Wang Ming scooted over bit by bit, then rolled on top of her. Even though the blanket was between them, it was more than enough to set both their imaginations racing.

He slowly leaned down, his shadow falling over Shen Ying’s eyes. The atmosphere between them turned incredibly intimate. Shen Ying’s eyelashes trembled as Wang Ming moved closer and closer, gently touching her soft lips with his own.

But just then, a square, pink packet suddenly slid out of his pants pocket. Its serrated edge brushed against the back of Shen Ying’s hand.

"What’s this?"

She picked it up and saw the words for "lubricated" and "safety." After a stunned moment, her face instantly turned beet red.

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