The living room was quiet, with only the characters in the movie talking. The screen flickered with light and shadow, mixed with the movie's dialogue, as if nothing else was happening.
It was pitch-black, and indeed, nothing happened.
Halfway through the movie, Xu Qing suddenly let out a heavy sigh.
Jiang He paused her actions, watching the movie intently.
Only when she heard Xu Qing rustling as he left the sofa did she sneak a peek at his retreating figure, her large eyes blinking in delayed panic.
What did she even do…
Before long, Xu Qing came back and sat down, once again draping Jiang He's legs over his, gently massaging her calves.
Silence reigned.
As the movie ended, Xu Qing turned on the lights and looked toward Jiang He.
Jiang He's expression was composed as she reflected on the movie, her fingers propping up her chin.
"I…"
"You shut up."
