Duan Zhuo stood in front of Zhimian, heard this and smiled: "Isn't this a place to watch movies?"

Zhimian's complexion was hot.

In a private theater, two people watch movies alone, when she doesn't know what he wants to do!

She stood there without moving her steps. Duan Zhuo bent down to meet her gaze, and smiled even deeper: "Just watch a movie, why are you nervous? I just don't like that kind of cinema that is so noisy."

Zhimian's mind is fighting against heaven and man.

"I promise, I won't do what I shouldn't do, huh?"

Zhimian looked up at him, and the next moment Duan Zhuo gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the private theater.

Zhimian thought, this person is a scoundrel...

Walking into the cinema, Duan Zhuo went to the front desk to find the clerk to open a private room, and asked Zhimian again: "What movie do you want to watch?"

"All right, you decide."

Duan Zhuo finally ordered a foreign movie and paid the money, and then the waiter said, "Come with me."

The two followed the waiter to the private room.

Zhimian has never been to such a place. Even though they were with Duan Zhuo before, they liked to watch movies more privately and usually stayed in the audio and video hall at home.

Based on past experience, she knew that watching a movie was not the main thing. Men always do something to her under the guise of watching a movie.

Often, Zhimian didn't know what was happening after the movie when he watched halfway through. He kissed her on the sofa, and sometimes he even carried her to the bedroom.

But she never resisted his actions, but instead indulged in his nonsense.

But now it's different...

Zhimian's heartbeats a little faster. When he walked to the door of the private room, the waiter opened the door. Zhimian looked inside. There was a closed space inside, with a clean environment. There was a sofa, and there was a small coffee table in front of him. There was a screen directly opposite the sofa.

The dark pink lights are dim, filling the ambiguous atmosphere.

Her heartbeats faster.

The waiter came in, turned on the humidifier in the corner of the room, and then said to the two: "The movie will start in a few minutes, wait a moment."

After the person left, Duan Zhuo and Zhimian sat down on the sofa.

Three minutes later, the waiter came over and knocked on the door and brought in the popcorn, drinks, and a portion of tiramisu that had just been burnt.

Zhimian's eyes lit up, "Why did you order a cake?"

Duan Zhuo looked at her and laughed: "Eat some cake, some people can relieve their nervousness."

Zhimian didn't open his eyes, "I'm not nervous..."

Just watching a movie, what's so nervous about her?

The man smiled but didn't say anything, and the screen in front of him lit up. At the beginning of the movie, Duan Zhuo got up and walked to the door, locked the door of the private room, and turned off the light.

In the private room, there is only the light cast from the large screen.

Duan Zhuo sat next to her again, with his legs open and lazy, putting one hand behind her. She turned around and asked, "What's the name of this movie?"

He thought for a few seconds and said his name.

Zhimian has never heard of it, "Do you like to watch it?"

"Call it whatever you want."

"……casual?"

"It's not the point for me to watch fixing," his voice was as low as a subwoofer, "It's more important to see you."

"...Duan Zhuo, can you be more serious?"

The man curled his lips, "Why are he not serious?"

Then you can't tease her at any time...

Zhimian didn't want to pay attention to him, so he began to concentrate on watching movies and eating cakes.

Duan Zhuo was on the side, his calm eyes fell on the girl.

She sat pretty, with a fair face as white as finely carved white jade porcelain. Under the light, there was a thin layer of fluff, her eyes were like the light of stars, dyed with fine light, her nose bridge was small and straight, and she sent a bite of cake to her red lips, and she looked cute no matter how she looked.

But just looking at her like this, I feel that it is a kind of happiness and nothing can be replaced.

The year I didn’t see her last year, it was a luxury to be with her like this. But now, God has given him another chance to appear in front of him.

After Zhimian finished eating the cake, he was already satisfied with the dessert. She hugged the popcorn again and heard Duan Zhuo telling me warmly: "Eat less and don't get angry."

"oh……"

She used to finish a bucket of popcorn every time she had absolutely a sore throat the next day.

Zhimian was nestled on the lazy sofa. After a while, her hand was held by the man's hand. Her heart thumped and she wanted to pull it back, "Duan Zhuo..."

His head leaned towards her, and a low and affectionate voice fell in her ears: "Just hold it for a while."

The man's palm was warm and with constant heat, he held her thin hand. It was obviously a very innocent move, but in this ambiguous environment, it made people blush and beat their hearts more than any move.

It was numb and numb, as if it was carrying electricity, causing sweat to ooze in her palms.

At this moment, she seemed to have been infected and let him hold it.

When did you start to become so indulge him?

She still vaguely remembered that they had been separated for a year, and when they first met, she resisted him so much that she didn't even want to do his car.

But now he is no longer so strong, but instead makes her unable to resist.

Duan Zhuo looked at the movie, and Zhimian glanced at him and saw the tattoo of her name on the wrist where he was holding her hand.

I don't know why, but I really want to touch it at this moment_(:з」∠)_

When her little thoughts arise, she loses the intention to watch movies.

She glanced at the tattoo with a few sneak peeks, then confirmed that he was watching the movie seriously, raised his thumb, touched the place, and gently rubbed it.

Duan Zhuo was itched immediately.

She touched her with concentration, and a low laugh rang out from her: "What are you doing?"

She blushed for a moment and kept her eyes open: "You, you hold it too tightly, I'll move it..."

Duan Zhuo moved and Zhimian thought he was going to let go, but the next moment he spread his palms and her fingers were linked together.

This person...

Zhimian no longer thought about the people next to him and tried hard to focus on the movie. After a while, Duan Zhuo's cell phone suddenly rang.

He let go of his hand and took out his cell phone from his pocket. When he saw that it was his mother Zhuang Shulan.

He picked up, "Mom."

Zhimian was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.

Zhuang Shulan's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, have you eaten?"

“Eating.”

"With my uncle or something?"

Duan Zhuo turned his head and faced Zhimian's gaze. His tongue tip hit his upper palate and smiled, "I'm watching the fixing with Xiaojiu."

Zhimian was stunned.

Why did he say it directly?!

Zhuang Shulan knew about Duan Zhuo and Zhimian breaking up, and was surprised, "Xiaojiu? Are you in touch with Xiaojiu again?"

"Um."

Duan Zhuo turned his head and looked at Zhimian, "You see first."

She nodded, and he got up and walked out of the box.

Zhimian imagined the phone call, and suddenly his heart went up and down.

She hadn't yet understood what Duan Zhuo's parents viewed her. Do they know about her breakup with Duan Zhuo? What kind of attitude did they have?

For a moment, all kinds of speculations flew into my mind.

It was not until five minutes later that the door of the private room was pushed open, Duan Zhuo walked in and sat back next to her.

Zhimian was hesitating again, and the man took the initiative to speak: "I just told my parents about us."

"Hmm? Then what did they say..."

Duan Zhuo curled his lips and raised his hand to pinch her face, "They asked me to chase you well and take you to see them another day."

Zhimian was stunned.

What was his parents like?

"Do your parents agree..."

"What agree? Agree to chase you?"
To be continued...