Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 259 The enjoyment of a warm embrace!}

She tried bending down to clean up a bit more, but she was too tall and ended up blocking the view of the people behind her. A few people even coughed in annoyance, prompting her to stop.

Her eyes darted around nervously.

'What now?' she thought. 'Should I just leave the theater?'

She hesitated.

Maybe she should just step outside and wait for Lin Yuan to finish watching. After all, there was no other place for her to sit.

But then she glanced at him.

He looked calm, relaxed, and not at all troubled by the situation. She bit her lip and looked at him with soft, questioning eyes—eyes that silently asked, Will you come with me? Will you leave with me so we can watch it together another time?

It wasn't that she couldn't handle sitting out. She simply hoped, deep down, that Lin Yuan would take the initiative. That he'd pick up on her subtle cue and accompany her without her having to say a word.

And yet, to her surprise, Lin Yuan didn't rise from his seat.

Instead, he turned to her, offered a slight smile, and then did something completely unexpected.

He patted his thigh gently and leaned toward her, whispering so only she could hear:

"Miss Yan, would you like to sit here instead?"

Yan Ruyue froze.

Her face turned crimson in an instant.

She couldn't believe what she just heard. Did he really just offer his lap as a seat? In the middle of a crowded cinema?!

Her heart skipped a beat, and the blush on her cheeks deepened by the second.

The situation was ridiculous, scandalous, and... somehow sweet.

And as her heart pounded in her chest, she stood there torn between dignity and the warmth that bloomed in her chest from Lin Yuan's teasing—but undeniably considerate—gesture.

The expression in Lin Yuan's eyes shifted subtly—there was a hint of mischief, a playful glint that danced beneath the surface.

Of course, he had considered the option of simply leaving the cinema with Yan Ruyue. That would've been the gentlemanly thing to do, especially with her seat now soaked and ruined. But then, a memory surfaced—his last movie outing with Qiu Wanxi—and that memory sparked a more interesting idea in his mind.

So instead of standing up, Lin Yuan casually patted his thigh and leaned toward Yan Ruyue, whispering with a half-smile, "Would you like to sit here?"

The moment those words reached her ears, Yan Ruyue's face flushed a deep shade of crimson.

Even though she and Lin Yuan were already quite familiar with one another—they had even kissed, albeit just a gentle peck on the lips, and that kiss had been her very first—this situation felt very different. Being held like that, sitting on his lap in a crowded movie theater with strangers all around them? That was far too intimate… too bold!

Although there were many couples around, and some of them were indeed showing affection—holding hands, leaning on each other—none had gone as far as what Lin Yuan was suggesting.

Yet if she didn't accept, her only option would be to leave the cinema and miss the rest of the film. That thought tugged at her heart in a way she didn't expect.

Her pretty face, still stained with the faintest blush, reflected her inner conflict and hesitation.

"It's a good method… to help treat your condition," Lin Yuan said softly, his voice playful yet reassuring.

He had once again used her so-called illness as an excuse.

Both of them knew, deep down, that this had nothing to do with curing her psychological aversion to physical touch. His offer wasn't rooted in medical logic—but Lin Yuan had cleverly offered her a justification she could accept. A shield to hide behind. An excuse to indulge in something she secretly wanted, without needing to admit it openly.

And it worked.

Yan Ruyue's lashes fluttered, and after a moment of fierce inner turmoil—one filled with a storm of emotions, embarrassment, anticipation, and curiosity—she finally gave in.

With her heart racing wildly in her chest, she took a small step toward Lin Yuan.

She bit her rosy lower lip and, with her gaze lowered in shy submission, slowly perched herself atop his lap.

A soft fragrance drifted between them as she sat down, her posture stiff and hesitant.

Clearly, she was still deeply embarrassed.

After all, for a girl who had spent most of her life avoiding any form of physical contact due to her condition, this level of closeness was almost unthinkable. The interactions she had already shared with Lin Yuan were more than she ever imagined experiencing.

Though she didn't hate it—in fact, she secretly liked it—being so close in public still made her skin burn with embarrassment. She sat awkwardly, as if unsure how to position herself, barely placing her weight on his legs.

"There's no helping it… it's just for the treatment…" she whispered under her breath, repeating the words as if to convince herself it was the right thing to do.

Her voice was so low, it could barely be heard over the sound of the movie, but it was filled with emotion.

Gradually, her movements slowed. She remained in that one spot on his thigh, hardly moving, yet the discomfort of her position soon became apparent. She was half-squatting, and such a pose quickly grew tiring.

Not only was she feeling the strain, but Lin Yuan's legs were undoubtedly suffering too.

Seeing her struggle, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate. With smooth confidence, he swept his arms around her and pulled her in fully, wrapping her gently into his embrace.

He held her close, securely and naturally, like one would cradle a child seeking comfort.

But Yan Ruyue was no child. She was a stunning, elegant woman with legs that went on for days, and her graceful curves melted against him as she leaned in.

Startled by his sudden movement, she tensed slightly—but she didn't resist. In fact, she melted into his arms with a softness that surprised even her.

She liked this feeling.

The warmth of his chest… the firmness of his arms around her… the steady beat of his heart—it all brought her a sense of peace and security she had never known.

Though she had been hugged by Lin Yuan a few times in the past, this was different. This embrace wasn't accidental or rushed. It was intentional. Intimate. Tender.

At first, she felt shy—her body stiffened instinctively—but slowly, that tension faded. Her breathing softened, and her body relaxed into his.

She rested quietly against him, basking in his warmth, her cheeks still pink but her heart full.

This feeling… it was what she had dreamed about on countless lonely nights.

And now, it was real.

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