The living room was pitch-black.
Mo Chen leaned back on the sofa, letting Little Ghost start the movie.
"All set! Here we go!"
Qiao Ruoxin returned to the sofa with an excited look on her little face and hugged the man's arm.
The movie began, "Spirited Away," which they had watched countless times, and the man had grown tired of it long ago.
Yet the Little Ghost beside him was always as excited and thrilled as if it were her first viewing.
Mo Chen picked up the cigarette box from the coffee table, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips.
But it was snatched away by Qiao Ruoxin, "I'm trying to get you to watch the movie, why are you smoking? Does the movie irritate you that much?"
"…" He looked at Qiao Ruoxin for a while, then lifted her up and placed her on his long legs.
"I don't like watching movies."
Mo Chen's large hand grasped her slender waist, finding watching the Little Ghost more interesting than the movie.
