Chapter 2191 — A Certain Sense of Loss

"Me? Well... my motives aren't exactly pure either..." Wei Zhao said with a laugh. "I didn't come to watch the movie. I wanted to spend a little more time with you—just a little** more time..."

At the first half of his sentence, Wang Xinyan's heart nearly jumped out of her chest, but as the rest of it landed, she relaxed—and then, for some inexplicable reason, felt a faint pang of disappointment... Did he think of her as nothing more than a **tool?

"Then there's no need to come to the theater," Wang Xinyan said. "After school from now on, I'll stay in the classroom and study for a while, and you can just leave a little later too..."

"But watching a movie is a nice experience too," Wei Zhao said. "In the classroom, I can't sit too close to you. Here, there's no problem with that..."

"Ah..." Wang Xinyan's heart tightened again.

Just then Bai Weituo returned, arms laden with snacks, all of them freebies from the group-buy vouchers, and went around handing them out to Wei Zhao, Zhao Shengji, and the rest.

"Boss, Miss Xinyan**, what do you two want to eat?" Bai Weituo came over holding a mountain of popcorn and the like.

"I'm not big on snacks. You all go ahead," Wang Xinyan said with a shake of her head.

"Huh? Not even a little?" Bai Weituo hadn't expected a girl who didn't like snacks. "Don't be polite!"

"I'm really not being polite. I genuinely don't care for them..." Wang Xinyan said with a wry smile. "I'll just take a pack of gum, then..."

"All right, then!" Hearing her say so, Bai Weituo had no choice. "What about you, Brother Lin?"

"I'll pass too," Wei Zhao said. He wasn't much interested in snacks either—and besides, if Wang Xinyan wasn't eating, how could he help himself alone?

Bai Weituo could only turn and go to Zhao Shengji's booth. Zhao Shengji, being a proper glutton, never turned anything down; he simply took half the snacks out of Bai Weituo's arms, and Bai Weituo carried the remaining half back to his own booth.

Before long the theater lights dimmed and the film began—a youth romance, perfectly suited to college students' tastes.

Wang Xinyan naturally took off her coat, then shifted a little toward Wei Zhao, and Wei Zhao likewise edged closer to her side, closed his eyes, and began circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon Taming Art, striving to **...

As for his Earth-rank mid-stage cultivation, Wei Zhao knew it couldn't be raised again in a short time unless some special opportunity came along. But his other main task now was to cultivate the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon Taming Art to its **utmost**, so that he could refine a storage space into the jade pendant.

With a storage space, Wei Zhao would enjoy great convenience, and important items could be carried on his person.

Breathing in the rich fragrance that clung to Wang Xinyan, Wei Zhao's progress was rapid—though he also realized that his **speed wasn't purely because he was simply inhaling the scent from her body. What mattered most was being close beside Wang Xinyan, letting her fragrance be drawn through the acupoints all over his body into his meridians.

Having figured that out, Wei Zhao also understood why his **had been fastest during those military-training days when he'd held Wang Xinyan as she slept, and why these past days at school—even when she wore very little and deliberately leaned her upper body toward him—the gains hadn't been as great as during training.

Glancing at the dim light around them, Wei Zhao's courage grew. He edged closer to Wang Xinyan bit by bit, and soon his body was pressed right up against hers...

Wang Xinyan might have looked like she was watching the movie, but in truth how could she be? Wei Zhao was right there beside her; her mind hadn't been on the film at all. The moment he leaned in, she felt it, and her whole body gave an involuntary little shiver. In a voice barely audible, she murmured, "You... what are you doing?"

This intimate, ambiguous atmosphere of being alone together stirred Wei Zhao too, in truth... Watching a movie with a beautiful girl—especially one he felt something for—it would have been impossible for Wei Zhao not to be moved.

In fact, ever since he'd first met Wang Xinyan on the train, Wei Zhao had felt a little something for her. It was just that afterward they'd only been casual acquaintances, and then he'd gotten a girlfriend in Feng Xiaoxiao, so he hadn't thought much more about it.

But who would have guessed that they'd run into each other again at university—and that during military training so much had happened, sharing hardships and trials and more than a few tantalizing glimpses, quietly changing the way Wei Zhao felt about Wang Xinyan.

If it were possible, having a girlfriend like Wang Xinyan would truly be a wonderful thing. It was just that Wei Zhao wasn't quite sure of her attitude now. She had a fiancé, and her relationship with him—though there had been a few ambiguous moments—was more like that of a close confidante.

Of course, Wang Xinyan was a quiet, gentle soul, and Wei Zhao feared that showing his feelings too plainly would frighten her, so their relationship had a certain quality of the gentleman's friendship—plain as water.

"You... you're so close to me... what are you doing..." Wang Xinyan finally couldn't help but stammer out.

"Being close works better..." Much as Wei Zhao relished the feeling, if he told her the honest truth he'd probably earn himself a slap or watch her turn and walk away, so he could only pin the reason on the **—and he wasn't lying to her, either. That was indeed how it was.

"Oh..." Hearing him say so, Wang Xinyan said nothing more...

Still, having tasted a bit of sweetness, one wants to push further—that's only human nature. Though Wei Zhao reminded himself not to go too far, the thrill of his rapid ** made him lose himself a little, and quite naturally he reached out and wrapped his arms around Wang Xinyan, drawing her into his embrace...

Wang Xinyan's body went stiff, her lovely eyes staring at Wei Zhao in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to be so bold as to actually hug her! Even for the sake of **, wasn't that going a bit too far?

Frowning, she wanted to push Wei Zhao away and scold him, but then she saw that his eyes were closed and he was concentrating earnestly on his **, with none of that leering expression on his face, and she stopped herself...

She wasn't a ** herself, but she'd heard enough about ** to know that when they were focused on their **, they generally must not be disturbed at will—and if they were, there was a real danger of qi deviation!

So although being held by Wei Zhao left her flustered and embarrassed, the thought that interrupting him might do him harm made her grit her teeth and endure it, cheeks burning all the while!

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