Huo Qi's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but stopping short.
Should he say he wants to, or doesn't want to?
Regardless, he felt somewhat embarrassed, his other hand loosely clenched as he coughed lightly and mumbled:
"I didn't say I didn't want to."
Saying that, the clenched hand slightly relaxed.
The movie showed was a tender romantic story, everyone was fully engrossed, drawn in by the plot, and nobody noticed this moment.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Perhaps the movie was too sentimental; towards the end, Huo Qi became a bit drowsy, nodding off twice, and when Xiao Yixing noticed, he saw his eyes slightly closed, his eyelids drooping from drowsiness.
A bit helpless, he shook his head, raised his hand, and allowed his head to lean over.
Moments later, in the last row of the cinema, a man in a white shirt sat upright watching the screen, while the man in the black T-shirt next to him leaned on his shoulder.
His head slightly bowed, sleeping soundly.
...
