The Black Cat's Dependence

The film is now officially on track.

The director is very good at creating a scary atmosphere, with the lighting flickering and the sound effects rising and falling.

For Aemeath, this kind of fake terror created through screen and sound effects is as childish as playing house.

But her real intention was not what it seemed.

Aemeath's mind wasn't on the movie at all.

Under the cover of darkness, her gaze remained subtly fixed on Lu Yan beside her.

Because of his improved physical abilities, Lu Yan's five senses are now much more acute than those of ordinary people.

This means that the subtle, atmospheric sound effects in movies would be amplified many times over to him.

Aemeath noticed that although Lu Yan maintained a proper sitting posture and kept his eyes on the screen, as the plot progressed, the fingers of his hand, which was originally on the armrest, began to tighten slightly.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and his previously relaxed jawline was now taut, exuding a sharp and menacing aura.

You're really putting on a brave face. You clearly don't like this atmosphere, but you're forcing yourself to stay with me.

But A-Yan is so cute like this!

Aemeath secretly rejoiced, a deep sense of sweetness and accomplishment spreading through her heart.

Just then, the movie reached its first real climax.

The previously quiet scene suddenly flashed, accompanied by an extremely sharp and shrill scream, and a pale face with blood flowing from all seven orifices and bulging eyeballs instantly filled the entire big screen!

Screams erupted throughout the screening room, and many girls in the front row hid in their boyfriends' arms in fright.

Lu Yan's breath caught in his throat for half a second, and he instinctively leaned back.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but the moment the ghostly face pressed against his face and widened, his pupils and eyelids involuntarily contracted sharply.

Just as he was forcibly suppressing the instinctive palpitations in his heart, a soft, warm little hand silently covered his tightly clenched hand.

Lu Yan was slightly taken aback and turned his head to look at the person beside him.

In the darkness, Aemeath was not terrified like the other girls.

Instead, she was slightly turned to the side, her golden eyes, which still shone brightly in the darkness, gazing at him with a smile.

She didn't speak, but instead used her fingers to gently pry open Lu Yan's fist, which was slightly stiff from nervousness.

Lu Yan was afraid that his uncontrollable strength would hurt her, so he immediately and obediently relaxed his grip, letting her slip her fingers through his and their fingers intertwined tightly.

Aemeath pulled their intertwined hands onto her lap, then leaned closer to Lu Yan.

The dim, bluish light from the movie theater shone on her profile, outlining her delicate features.

Her warm breath, carrying the sweet scent of popcorn, gently brushed against Lu Yan's ear, like a feather teasing his tense heart.

"A-Yan, if you find the scene too noisy or scary, you can close your eyes, or..."

Aemeath's voice was extremely low, soft and seductive. "Look at me more. I'm much more attractive than in the movies, aren't I?"

Aemeath's soft, sweet voice rang in his ears.

The slight chill that had been felt because of the horror movie was instantly dispelled by the warm breath in my ear and the softness of my palm against yours.

Looking at Aemeath, who was so close to him, and seeing the undisguised mischief in her eyes, Lu Yan instantly understood her 'sinister intention' of wanting to watch a horror movie.

This mischievous little pink cat was deliberately trying to make him look bad.

Strangely, Lu Yan felt no anger whatsoever; instead, he felt a warm sensation welling up in his chest.

He didn't object to this little flirtation; after all, it was his favorite little pink cat.

He took Aemeath's small hand in his own and gently stroked the back of her delicate hand.

"Yes." Lu Yan tilted his head slightly, his lips almost touching her cheek, and said in a tender voice, "You're a million times more beautiful than in the movies. My wife really went to great lengths to get my attention."

Aemeath blushed slightly at his teasing remark, which seemed to take the initiative from him. She glared at him playfully, but instead of backing down, she became even more audacious.

Aemeath reached for the extra-large Coke in the cup holder between the two of them, took a sip from one of the straws, then tilted the cup slightly toward Lu Yan, raising her eyebrows to signal him to hurry up.

Lu Yan immediately understood.

Instead of reaching for the cup, he lowered his head slightly and, following the same posture as Aemeath holding the cup, put the other straw into his mouth.

The two of them shared an ice-cold Coke in the dimly lit screening room, amidst the terrifying background sound effects on the screen.

Their heads were so close together that their noses could touch if they tilted their heads even slightly.

The sensation of carbonated cola wafting through the straw wasn't just the fizz of the drink; it was also the romantic hormones flowing between the two of them.

The female ghost on the big screen was still wreaking havoc, and screams echoed throughout the theater, but in this secluded corner, it seemed as if an independent world had been isolated.

Aemeath a sweet warmth in her heart, as if she were filled with honey.

She successfully saw his usually aloof but now very nervous side, and even more successfully became his only source of support in this atmosphere filled with fear.

She loved the feeling of being relied upon by him, even if it was just a little psychological dependence. She loved even more his extreme favoritism—he saw through her little schemes but still willingly played along and indulged her pranks.

During the latter half of the film, Lu Yan's gaze almost never returned to the big screen.

He leaned on Aemeath's shoulder, stroking her hand.

He used her fragrance to calm his nerves, which were being stimulated by his overly acute hearing.

Aemeath, on the other hand, acted like a dutiful protector, occasionally feeding the big black cat a piece of popcorn, and sometimes gently stroking the back of his hand with her other hand. Her proud little look, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I've got your back," made Lu Yan's lips curl into a smile again and again in the darkness.

This chilling horror film, amidst its terrifying yet cloyingly sweet atmosphere, reached its end credits.