His entire sitting posture carried a nobility that was different from those around him. There was warmth and peace hidden in his brows and eyes, and his body was tinged with the smell of red wine, which made him more mature and steady.

There were already many girls in the theater watching Ji Changmu instead of watching the movie. But seeing that he had a girlfriend, they all just watched and didn't dare to move.

Qiao Muyuan's heartbeat never calmed down, and his breathing became a little rapid. When he drank lemonade, he always felt that the straw smelled of red wine.

His suit was covering his legs, and he was sitting next to him. As for what movie was playing in front of him, and what time it was at this moment... it became unimportant.

Qiao Muyuan had no idea what the content of the film was, but when the male and female protagonists were kissing each other crazily on the screen, there was a whimper in the theater, and Qiao Muyuan also raised his head.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I blush even more.

Unlike watching TV, the screen in a movie theater is larger and more direct. There seems to be no scruples about European and American movies. You can kiss wherever you want, from the kitchen to the sofa to the bedroom.

Finally, the bedroom door was closed, and the scene of the male and female protagonists disappeared, but the seductive voice was still there.

She is not a child anymore, of course she knows what the sound is.

Disgusting, he must have chosen the movie on purpose.

Qiao Muyuan secretly glanced at Ji Changmu. He saw someone who was unmoving, calm and peaceful. Under the flickering light of the screen, his facial lines looked cold and tough, with no expression on his face.

Lemon water can't relieve her thirst.

She rubbed the cup with her fingers, not thinking about watching a movie.

Halfway through, she whispered: "I want to go to the bathroom..."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"I'll go by myself."

"Well, slow down." He took the suit and the lemonade from her hand.

The little girl finally went out to take a breath and ran to the bathroom mirror in a few steps.

You wouldn't know it if you didn't look at it, but...she was shocked. Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and her eyelashes were slightly curled up. She had never seen herself like this before.

In the cinema, Ji Changmu was still watching a movie, and until Qiao Muyuan came back again, they had no words to communicate.

The agonizing hour and a half finally passed. Qiao Muyuan knew that he had been lonely watching the movie and followed the crowd out of the screening room.

The air outside is much better, and the evening breeze is filled with the fragrance of flowers and earth.

"Want to go shopping?" he asked.

"I want to go home..." she whispered softly and tenderly.

"It's still early."

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

"Yes, but this time is too early for me."

"I'll have classes early tomorrow..."

Ji Changmu understood and nodded: "Then I will pick you up at your house early tomorrow morning?"

"No, I don't want it, my Uncle Tao is at home!" the little girl said quickly, her face turning red again.

"I won't go to the door of your house, the door of the convenience store, or the usual place."

"Uncle Tao gives it to me every day."

"Then I'll send it to you."

"..."

Knowing that she was hesitating and wavering, he added, "I'll bring you breakfast. It's different every day. Do you want it? Hmm?"

"Then you promise me something."

"What?"

"You go to bed early tonight."

Ji Changmu thought it was something, nodded, and said, "Okay."

"Then you can pick me up tomorrow. If I feel bad, you can't come again."
Chapter completed!