"Wow! She's so tough! She's brave enough to love and to hate. Amazing!"
Hearing her friend being praised, Song Yaoyao's eyes curved proudly.
She quietly shuffled closer to Huo Yunque.
But just as she was about to show off to him, she felt a kick on the back of her chair.
Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows and turned around.
In the dark, she couldn't see the person's face, but judging by the silhouette and figure, it was likely a man. She pursed her lips and warned, "Don't kick my chair again."
"Fine." The guy nodded without much sincerity; his attitude was cold.
Huo Yunque rubbed the prayer beads around his wrist. He seemed to be focused on the movie in front of him.
Song Yaoyao turned her head back to continue watching the movie, but within two minutes, she felt another kick on her chair...
And it didn't just stop at one.
