The next morning.
When Wang Ming got up, he saw his mother cooking poached eggs in the kitchen.
Li Weiya glanced at her son and said, "You got up so early? I didn't make you breakfast."
Wang Ming brushed his teeth, chuckling as he revealed a mouthful of foam: "No need to cook, Mom, I'm going out to eat with Shen Ying in a bit."
"I guessed so."
He quickly finished washing up, tidied his hair, changed his clothes, put on his chest bag, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, then ran to his mother's room to spray some perfume before finally nodding in satisfaction.
Li Weiya looked at her vain son. He used to rarely pay attention to these things, but now that he has a girlfriend, he is indeed different in every way.
"Mom, I'll go find Shen Ying now," Wang Ming said.
Li Weiya glanced at the time; it was only a little past seven in the morning. Wasn't it a bit early?
"Go now? Is Yingying already up?"
"I called her."
"Oh. In that case, go ahead, have fun today."
"Thank you, 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 up to him and straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes.
Without making a sound, he took out a small pink bag and put it in his pants pocket.
If my son goes to the hotel so early, in case the two lovers get carried away and start hugging and kissing, at least there's some guarantee that it won't lead to anything serious.
"By the way, Ah Ming, invite Yingying over for dinner tonight."
Looking into his mother's eyes and remembering her open-mindedness, Old Wang grinned and agreed, "Okay."
Once outside, Wang Ming walked happily toward the hotel not far away. Passing by a flower shop that was open, he thought for a moment, then went inside and bought a bright red rose.
Ever since the roses helped him successfully confess his love on New Year's Eve, he has harbored an incredibly strong affection for her.
He took the flowers to Shen Ying's room, knocked on the door but received no response, so he took out his phone and called her.
The call connected after the phone rang for seven or eight seconds.
"Hey idiot, good morning, ahhh—" A soft, hazy bubbly voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by a cute yawn.
"Good morning, my Ying, are you still not up?" Wang Ming said with a gentle smile.
"Hmm... I was too tired yesterday, and the bed here is so soft. I slept very comfortably with the air conditioning on," Shen Ying replied groggily.
Wang Ming guessed that she was speaking with her eyes closed: "Darling, open the door for me, I'm here."
"Oh? You've arrived already?"
Shen Ying instantly regained her senses, sat up and looked at the door, and sure enough, she heard him knocking softly.
She glanced at the time; it was only 7:30. Did this idiot really want to see her that much?
Shen Ying got out of bed and tidied her clothes a little. She was wearing a knee-length nightgown, and apart from revealing her smooth and delicate calves, there seemed to be no need for her to change clothes.
She slipped on her slippers, walked to the door, and slightly opened it a crack. Sure enough, she saw Wang Ming standing outside, so she widened the crack.
"Ying, here are some flowers for you."
Wang Ming took out a rose from behind his back and handed it to her. Although it was only one rose, it was enough to express his feelings.
Shen Ying blinked. When did this idiot become so romantic?
"Come in quickly."
She pulled Wang Ming into the house and closed the door. He took a deep breath and said with some rapture, "It smells so good, it's all your scent."
The thought of living with Shen Ying in the future, with that scent filling every corner of our lives, is incredibly exciting.
"It's shower gel. How could a person's scent be so strong?" Shen Ying blushed slightly.
"That's because you used the shower gel, which is why you can smell its fragrance."
Hearing her sweetheart's cheesy pickup lines, a hint of shyness flashed in Shen Ying's eyes. His mouth was already sweet as honey this morning; how could he speak so sweetly?
"You're so flirtatious, not serious at all. Did you learn that from Jiang Xia?"
Wang Ming chuckled: "Self-taught."
Seeing his silly expression, Shen Ying lightly spat, "Idiot."
"Ying~ I want a hug~"
She hesitated slightly, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra and that it would be easy for someone to feel it if she hugged him.
But seeing her boyfriend's expectant gaze, his eyes full of joy, she didn't want to refuse.
Just a hug.
Shen Ying stepped forward and gently hugged him, resting her head lightly on his shoulder.
His mind was filled with tender thoughts. He gently touched her with his hands behind her back, but as expected, he couldn't find the bra strap.
Old Wang subconsciously swallowed, as if he had discovered something incredible: had he and Shen Ying actually reached such an intimate level?
"What are you touching?" Shen Ying asked shyly.
"Ying, are you... are you... no... no..." he stammered, somewhat embarrassed.
"Don't tell!"
Shen Ying pushed him away shyly, her face flushed with a beautiful blush.
Old Wang was slightly stunned. Only then did he notice Shen Ying's attire: a simple straight-cut nightgown that, while not outlining her figure, accentuated her shapely calves.
“Ying, you’re so beautiful,” he said, dazed.
Shen Ying felt extremely shy under his gaze and quickly ran to the bed to hide under the covers. He walked over step by step, and Shen Ying tightly gripped the blanket, looking into his eyes, feeling inexplicably nervous.
When a man and woman deeply in love are alone together in a room, it seems extremely easy for something to happen.
"Ying, aren't you still sleepy?"
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