Huo Qi's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
Should he say he wants to, or doesn't want to?
In any case, he felt a bit embarrassed, his other hand loosely clenched as he let out a slight cough and murmured:
"I never said I didn't want to."
As he spoke, the hand he was gripping gently unfurled.
The heartwarming plot of the movie played, and everyone was engrossed, captivated by the storyline, oblivious to this moment.
Who knows how much time passed.
The film was perhaps too heartwarming; by the end, Huo Qi felt drowsy, nodding off twice. By the time Xiao Yixing noticed, he saw Huo Qi's eyes half-closed, struggling to keep awake.
With a hint of helplessness, Xiao Yixing shook his head and raised his hand, letting Huo Qi's head rest against his shoulder.
