Su Bai suddenly lowered his voice, leaned close to Ke Yujia's ear, and asked softly.
"Ah? It... it was good..."
Ke Yujia jumped in fright and answered haltingly. In truth, she had not taken in a single second of the movie.
"You're lying."
Su Bai chuckled. "A lousy movie like this can only fool children. You haven't even eaten a bite of popcorn. How could it be good?"
"I..." Ke Yujia lowered her head in embarrassment after being exposed.
Just then, the big screen happened to show a romantic scene of the male and female leads holding hands and running through the streets. Accompanied by sentimental music, the atmosphere in the theater suddenly grew somewhat ambiguous.
Su Bai said nothing more.
He simply extended his right hand naturally, reaching over the armrest between their seats, then gently covered Ke Yujia's small hand, which was slightly cool from nervousness.
Boom—
Ke Yujia felt as though a bomb had exploded in her mind.
Every thought came to a complete halt.
Her whole body stiffened as if she had been hit by a paralysis spell. She even forgot how to breathe.
His hand was large and warm, his palm dry and strong. The touch of their skin against each other carried an undeniable possessiveness, yet also a tenderness that made her intoxicated.
She instinctively wanted to struggle, but Su Bai's fingers slipped nimbly between hers. Then, firmly and securely, he interlaced his fingers with hers.
"It's a little cold here."
Su Bai's voice sounded in the darkness, low and husky, carrying a bewitching power.
"I'll warm you up."
How could this possibly be because it was cold?
This was clearly a declaration of ownership.
Ke Yujia stopped struggling.
Her slender legs in white stockings no longer rubbed together, instead obediently pressing close. Like