Chapter 50 p2
Xu Jingyu followed Xin Yao into the living room, sitting beside her on the sofa.
Meng Wanqing was busy setting up the DVD player.
She had brought some classic horror movies, apparently rare and hard to find.
She didn’t turn around, her back still to them.
Xu Jingyu scooted closer to Xin Yao, their shoulders touching.
The room was warm, the heating on high, and they were both dressed lightly.
Their close proximity, the warmth of their bodies through their thin clothes, made the air between them crackle with tension.
Xin Yao’s fingers, resting on her lap, twitched nervously.
Xu Jingyu reached out, her long, slender fingers, their nails neatly trimmed and rounded, brushing against Xin Yao’s.
Then, slowly, her fingers slid into Xin Yao’s palm, intertwining their fingers.
Xu Jingyu’s hand was larger than Xin Yao’s, her palm warm and slightly sweaty, enveloping Xin Yao’s hand completely.
But her fingers trembled slightly, her grip both gentle and firm, a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.
Xin Yao glanced at Xu Jingyu’s beautiful profile, then at Meng Wanqing’s back, and playfully scratched Xu Jingyu’s palm with her fingertip.
As if to say: Meng Wanqing is still here! You’re so bold!
Her playful touch sent a shiver down Xu Jingyu’s spine, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips pressing together as she tightened her grip, reluctant to let go.
Only when Meng Wanqing, having finally chosen a movie, turned around and ran towards them, did they reluctantly separate their hands.
But Meng Wanqing, in her excitement, didn’t notice their intertwined fingers and plopped down between them on the sofa, separating them.
Xin Yao and Xu Jingyu exchanged glances.
Meng Wanqing, oblivious, turned to Xu Jingyu.
“Scoot over! It’s crowded! I have to sit between you two! I feel safer that way.”
Xu Jingyu glanced at Xin Yao, who was smiling wryly, and sighed inwardly.
She wasn’t known for her patience, her cold demeanor usually enough to keep people at bay.
But…
She had been far too lenient with Meng Wanqing, allowing her to live this long.
Perhaps her gaze was a bit too intense, because Meng Wanqing suddenly seemed to remember something.
Oh, right! Xu Jingyu was still pursuing Yaoyao!
She grinned, giving Xu Jingyu a knowing look, then quickly moved to sit beside her, leaving a space between Xu Jingyu and Xin Yao.
Xu Jingyu, after a pointed look at Meng Wanqing, scooted closer to Xin Yao.
As she did, Xin Yao reached out and gently tugged at her finger.
Xu Jingyu’s fingers intertwined with hers, their hands clasped together, their palms warm and slightly sweaty, their touch a mix of comfort and nervousness.
They sat there, their hands hidden beneath the blanket, their secret intimacy a silent language.
Just then, the movie began.
Meng Wanqing, in her infinite wisdom, had chosen a classic horror film, “Hotel Horrors,” its title a chillingly appropriate reflection of Xin Yao’s recent experience.
The movie’s pacing was fast, the first scare coming just minutes into the film.
A sudden, loud sound effect made Xin Yao jump, her body instinctively seeking refuge in Xu Jingyu’s arms.
Xu Jingyu, knowing her fear, held her close, her arms wrapping around Xin Yao’s trembling body.
The feeling of Xin Yao’s warmth against her, her heartbeat against Xu Jingyu’s chest, her complete dependence on Xu Jingyu, was intoxicating.
Xu Jingyu’s breath hitched, her heart pounding.
But just as they embraced, Meng Wanqing, sitting beside them, let out a scream that was even more terrifying than the movie’s sound effects, her voice echoing through the room.
“Ah!!!”
And she, for some reason, had thought that having company would make her less afraid.
She had even brought a large bucket of popcorn.
Now, terrified, her hands flailing wildly, she accidentally knocked the bucket over, sending popcorn flying through the air, raining down on Xu Jingyu and Xin Yao.
The romantic moment was shattered, the sound of Meng Wanqing’s screams drowning out even the movie’s sound effects.
Xin Yao, no longer afraid, simply looked at Xu Jingyu, a bewildered expression on her face.
Xu Jingyu, closer to Meng Wanqing, had borne the brunt of the popcorn explosion, a few kernels even clinging to her hair.
She closed her eyes, her arms still around Xin Yao, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Then, chaos ensued.
The old horror movie, with its jump scares and creepy atmosphere, was too much for Meng Wanqing, whose screams echoed through the room, her body flailing wildly.
It took both Xin Yao and Xu Jingyu to restrain her, pinning her down on the sofa.
Xu Jingyu, her patience wearing thin, covered Meng Wanqing’s mouth with her hand.
“Shut up!”
Xin Yao, no longer afraid, was now simply embarrassed.
Meng Wanqing’s screams had attracted the attention of the hotel manager, who had knocked on the door, his voice apologetic.
“Miss Xin, could you please keep it down? We’ve received complaints. People are starting to think the hotel is haunted.”
Xin Yao, mortified, apologized profusely.
Back in the room, she glared at Meng Wanqing, ordering her to be quiet.
Xu Jingyu’s cold stare, however, was even more effective than Xin Yao’s scolding.
Meng Wanqing, realizing that Xu Jingyu was a greater threat than any fictional ghost, wisely chose to remain silent.
With the disruptive element subdued, the room returned to normal, the movie’s eerie atmosphere settling over them once more.
A ghostly face flashed on the screen, the door suddenly opening, the ghost confronting the terrified protagonist.
The director’s masterful use of silence, the sudden absence of music, amplified the tension.
Xin Yao, startled, buried her face in Xu Jingyu’s embrace.
And just then, in the eerie silence…
The door to their room, mimicking the scene in the movie, suddenly opened.
Meng Wanqing, terrified, jumped up and ran, her frantic movements sending her crashing into the figure entering the room.
Her vision blurred, her stomach churning, she didn’t even see who it was before bending over and vomiting.
The figure, Xue Ning, whom Xin Yao had invited to join them, looked down at the mess on her clothes, then at Meng Wanqing, her face contorted in disgust.
“Yuck! You disgusting pig!”
“Meng Wanqing, you’re dead! I’m going to kill you!”
The movie night ended abruptly.
Meng Wanqing was dragged away by Xue Ning, presumably to be punished.
With the disruptive element gone, the room fell silent again.
Xin Yao turned off the television, looking at the mess, the popcorn scattered everywhere, the remnants of their movie night more comical than terrifying.
Xu Jingyu, who had been in a foul mood all day, first because of Meng Wanqing’s interruption, then because of the argument with the director, now found herself smiling, Xin Yao’s laughter infectious.
She walked towards Xin Yao, but as she reached her side, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Before they were together, she had always been so direct, so uninhibited.
But now, just a few hours into their relationship, she found herself feeling strangely shy and nervous.
Love was a strange thing.
It made the bold timid, and the timid bold.
As she hesitated, Xin Yao reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve, her eyes soft and inviting.
“I’m scared. I can’t sleep alone tonight.”
Xin Yao had said the same thing before, and it had made Xu Jingyu’s heart race.
This time, however, it felt different.
Her heart pounded, her breath catching in her throat, her hand, reaching out to take Xin Yao’s, slightly damp with sweat.
After a moment, she finally spoke, her voice husky.
“I’ll stay with you.”
Later that night, around 11 pm, in Xin Yao’s room…
Xu Jingyu, having arrived earlier, had already showered. They lay side by side in Xin Yao’s bed.
It had been snowing lately, the weather cold, and the heating in the room was on high.
Xin Yao was bundled up in a warm, fluffy pajama set.
Xu Jingyu, however, seemingly impervious to the cold, was wearing a thin, white nightgown, her arms and legs bare, her skin glowing in the soft light, the sight both alluring and slightly indecent.
Xin Yao had been startled when she opened the door, her gaze darting around the room, unsure where to look.
She had simply been scared and had asked Xu Jingyu to stay with her, nothing more.
But Xu Jingyu’s attire, her apparent preparedness, made Xin Yao nervous.
Flustered, she excused herself to get some water.
Xu Jingyu, watching her go, her eyes narrowing slightly, didn’t say anything, simply picking up the remote and turning up the heat.
The soft clicks echoed through the room.
Xin Yao, returning from the kitchen, felt the increased warmth, but it wasn’t unbearable, so she didn’t comment.
But as she got into bed, snuggling beside Xu Jingyu, she saw Xu Jingyu reach for the remote again, turning up the heat even further.
“Isn’t it a bit too warm?” she asked.
Xu Jingyu paused. “I’m a little cold.”
She turned up the heat again.
And you’re wearing that?
Xin Yao muttered under her breath, then, worried that Xu Jingyu might catch a cold, she tucked the blanket more securely around her.
Xu Jingyu smiled, her eyes shimmering like jade in the soft light.
“What are you smiling about?” Xin Yao asked, curious.
Xu Jingyu didn’t answer, simply pulling Xin Yao closer, her arms wrapping around her waist, her leg pressing against Xin Yao’s thigh, her touch warm and clingy.
But the temperature in the room…
While Xu Jingyu might have found it comfortable, Xin Yao, bundled up in her warm pajamas, was starting to feel a little too warm.
Especially with Xu Jingyu’s embrace so tight, her long limbs holding Xin Yao captive, she felt like she was trapped in a warm embrace, her body burning.
A thin sheen of sweat coated her forehead and the back of her neck.
She let out a soft moan, tugging at her collar.
Xu Jingyu, her arms still tightly around Xin Yao, seeing her flushed face, her eyes flickering with a sudden understanding, murmured, “Are you warm? Your clothes are too thick. Why don’t you take them off?”
Her words made Xin Yao realize what was happening. She gently pushed Xu Jingyu away and grabbed the remote.
Seeing the temperature setting, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“You turned the heat up to 38 degrees! Of course I’m warm! Why didn’t you just set it to 40?”
Xu Jingyu, lying there, her scheme exposed, simply replied, “That would have been too obvious.”
Xin Yao laughed, pinching Xu Jingyu’s waist playfully. “And this isn’t obvious? What are you up to?”
“I want,” Xu Jingyu captured Xin Yao’s hand, her eyes, dark and intense, fixed on Xin Yao’s face, “to be close to you.”
Close?
Xin Yao blinked. “But we’re already close.”
Xu Jingyu smiled, pulling Xin Yao closer, her lips brushing against her cheek.
Then, her lips close to Xin Yao’s ear, she whispered, “Yaoyao, I have skin hunger. I crave your touch, I crave your closeness, you know that.”
“So, the kind of closeness I’m talking about is skin against skin, flesh against flesh, no barriers, no clothes, just our bodies intertwined, our souls merging.”
“Every inch of our skin touching, our hearts and minds connected.”
She chuckled softly. “How can we be truly close with clothes on?”
She was so close that her breath tickled Xin Yao’s ear, her words even more arousing than her touch.
Xin Yao’s face burned, her heart pounding, her body trembling slightly.
“How can you say such things?!” she exclaimed, pushing Xu Jingyu away, her voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “You’re so shameless!”
“Then,” Xu Jingyu’s eyes, dark and intense, fixed on Xin Yao’s face, “is that a yes?”
Xin Yao hesitated, her lips pressed together, then she finally murmured, “I… suppose so…”
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