It seemed like a very short time. Before the redness on Qiao Muyuan's face faded, Ji Changmu had already led her to the cinema.

The conductor was very enthusiastic: "Hello, which movie do you want to watch?"

Qiao Muyuan's hand was held by Ji Changmu, who handed the film list to Qiao Muyuan: "You pick one."

Qiao Muyuan's heart was still beating hard, and his mind was blank. He had no ability to think: "You pick..."

The voice that came out of her mouth shocked her. It was soft, soft, and a little delicate and angry, and her face turned redder.

"Okay, then I'll choose." Ji Changmu's low and hoarse voice was particularly pleasant, and he looked very serious as he lowered his head to carefully select the movie.

Qiao Muyuan's hand held by him was very hot, and his whole body was filled with dryness, and his little heart was not calm yet.

Ji Changmu picked a literary romance film: "This one?"

Qiao Muyuan nodded without even looking.

Just a quarter of an hour after the opening, Ji Changmu asked her in a low voice: "What do you want to eat?"

"Just a glass of lemonade."

"Um."

He bought her a glass of lemonade, held it for her, and led her into the screening room.

It's almost full.

Sitting in their seats, Ji Changmu let go of his hand.

The lights in the screening room slowly turned out.

Qiao Muyuan was holding a cup of lemonade and drinking. Her eyes, like those of a deer in the forest, shone with a lively light. The light contained purity and beauty. The red color on her face never faded. Every time Ji Changmu approached her, the red color

It will deepen.

His face, ears, and neck were all red. Fortunately, all the lights in the screening room were turned off, leaving only the light of the screen.

She took a sip of the cool lemon water and still felt very hot.

The scent on her left hand was actually Ji Changmu's, the deep scent of oud, so comfortable and so good that it made her heart beat faster.

After watching it for a while, Qiao Muyuan didn't know what was in the video, and his little mind was very confused.

However, Ji Changmu approached her again, probably taking advantage of the darkness in the theater. He leaned against her ear and asked softly in a hoarse voice: "Does the lemonade taste good?"

The hot breath was like fine feathers. Every time he said a word, the feathers lightly scratched her neck. It was itchy and crispy, making Qiao Muyuan not know how to rest her hands.

She just nodded, thinking that he might not see her nod, so she hesitated: "It tastes good."

"What's so good about lemonade?" He smiled, "Should I try it? Hmm?"

Qiao Muyuan had no resistance, her body was softened by him, and she forgot to resist. He held her hand and moved the cup to his mouth, and took a sip of her lemonade.

"Well, it's delicious, it tastes like peach."

How could the lemonade be peach-flavored... Qiao Muyuan withdrew her hand, and it took her a while to remember that the lipstick she wore today was peach-flavored.

This realization made the little girl blush even more. This person drank too much tonight.

She took another sip of lemonade. This one was red wine flavored. Qiao Muyuan felt bad all over. Do they think this was... Well, Qiao Muyuan's little head was in a mess, blank, and he couldn't even breathe.

She had no idea what was playing in the movie. She only knew that Ji Changmu put his suit on her legs and said softly, "Don't catch a cold."
Chapter completed!