Ye Zhenzhen took out a piece of popcorn, waved it in front of him, then popped it into her own mouth before looking at the man with a smile in her eyes.
"Mmm, tasty."
Humph, as if she would feed him by hand again. No way.
As she picked up a second piece, the man beside her suddenly moved closer, his large hand steadying her wrist, his warm, thin lips brushing over her fingertips.
The warm and soft touch spread from her fingertips, and in that instant, her heart beat faster once again.
"You..."
Song Jinze lightly pursed his lips, "Tasty."
The movie started.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't touch the popcorn in her hand again, nor did she sip her drink. Her eyes stayed fixed on the big screen, and as she immersed herself in the plot, her racing heartbeat gradually calmed down.
She observed the director's camera movements and the actors' emotional performances with great focus.
