"Oh, I told you to walk faster. Now there are no couple seats left."
"Honey, calm down. Who knew there would be so many couples coming to watch horror movies? Just make do with it. It's a good opportunity to save money. Didn't you show me a lipstick last time? Let's buy it when we get home."
"That's more like it."
A couple passing by were talking as they walked, and after they started talking, they happily entered the cinema.
Jiang Xingzhou listened to their words and thought silently.
Couple seats
He regretted it.
I shouldn't have had a change of heart and bought an ordinary seat when I bought the ticket. Even if I had bought a couple's seat, Song Ci was so easy to talk to that he definitely wouldn't say anything.
Besides, he has desensitization treatment as a shield, and Song Ci would never have thought of his little thoughts.
In Song Ci's mind, he is clearly a tall and omnipotent person. From Song Ci's series of reactions, it can be seen that Song Ci obeys his words and hardly ever refutes them.
Jiang Xingzhou suddenly stopped and said to Song Ci, "I'm going to get the tickets. Can you go over there and buy some popcorn?"
There was nothing wrong with this arrangement. Song Ci nodded very obediently and asked him, "A large or small portion?"
"It's up to you to decide." Jiang Xingzhou was thinking about the couple's seat.
Song Ci looked confused for a moment, then asked a different question: "Do you like popcorn?"
Jiang Xingzhou: "It's OK, just average."
"Okay." Song Ci turned around silently, hugged his coat and went to line up for popcorn.
Jiang Xingzhou managed to get away and ran to the front desk to ask if he could change the ordinary seat into a couple seat.
He was quite lucky. Couples didn't seem to want to watch this kind of painful youth love movie. The attendance rate of his show was not very high, and the seats for couples were even less popular.
Jiang Xingzhou upgraded the couple's seat without hesitation, and after getting the ticket, he happily went to find Song Ci.
Song Ci was still queuing, with four or five people in front of her. Jiang Xingzhou walked over and showed her the movie ticket in his hand: "I got it."
"Do you want me to take over?" He stood next to Song Ci and felt the temperature around him.
For him, this temperature was not low. Although he was not hot, he was definitely not cold either. However, Song Ci was sick.
"No need," Song Ci quietly changed her clothes from being held in front of her body with both hands to being draped over her arms. Her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head and shook her head, "We'll be there soon."
Jiang Xingzhou no longer insisted. Seeing that his clothes were still hanging on Song Ci's arm, he reached out and said, "Let me take the clothes."
Song Ci turned around, with a look of surprise, and even a hint of pity and accusation.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"Oh, here you go." Song Ci lowered her eyes and handed him the clothes with her head down.
The staff suddenly shouted: "Next."
Song Ci quickly looked up and found that the person in front of her was being called, and she was the next one.
She took out her cell phone and called up the payment interface first, distracting herself and staring at the staff's actions.
"What do you want?" There were so many people that the staff kept moving their hands and asked with their heads down.
Song Ci replied: "A small portion of popcorn."
After buying it, Jiang Xingzhou took the popcorn and handed her the ticket in his hand: "You take this, I'll take the popcorn."
Song Ci looked at the two light movie tickets left in his empty hands. He mumbled for a long time without saying a word and nodded obediently.
The clothes are gone.
The popcorn is gone.
Only two tickets left.
Hmm, it seems a bit cold.
She didn't look at the road and followed Jiang Xingzhou, letting him take her to find a seat.
Jiang Xingzhou took Song Ci straight to the last row. He was very nervous. Song Ci was walking behind him, so he couldn't see Song Ci's expression and didn't know what Song Ci's attitude was towards this.
After a nervous journey, when they arrived at the place, he asked Song Ci to sit inside.
He put his umbrella and clothes away, held the popcorn, and was about to say something to explain the matter of the couple's seat, but unexpectedly Song Ci next to him suddenly reached out her little hand and tugged at the seam of his trousers.
His pants were quite loose and Song Ci's movements were very small. If he hadn't been highly concentrated, he might not have noticed it at all.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"What's wrong?"
Song Ci retracted her hand, moved her head closer, stared at the golden popcorn he was holding in front of her, and said, "It's cold."
The word had a soft ending and carried her unique intonation.
Jiang Xingzhou held his breath and lowered his eyes to look at the head that was almost reaching in front of him.
The movie hadn't started yet and the theater was not very quiet, but Jiang Xingzhou clearly heard her voice.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or his mentality has changed after he understood my feelings, but I always feel that Song Ci looks like she is being clingy and coquettish at this moment.
He held the popcorn in one hand and held Song Ci's little hand with the other hand. It was indeed a little cold.
But then he thought of Song Ci's physical condition, which was that his hands rarely got hot, so he slid his hand along Song Ci's wrist and then moved up, touching Song Ci's arm.
My arms are cold too.
Despite this, he still felt that the state of Song porcelain was not right.
Just acting coquettishly.
"Take the popcorn." Jiang Xingzhou stuffed the popcorn into Song Ci's arms.
Then he took out his coat from his side, checked the collar, and said to Song Ci, "Bend down and put on your clothes."
His original intention was just to let Song Ci lean forward, like she lay on Wangcai's head at home, but Song Ci dived into his arms with a confused look on her face, holding the popcorn.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
He didn't have enough control of his strength and his head hit his chest lightly, causing him to groan.
He still had his clothes held open in his hands, and he was stunned for a while as he looked at the scene, not knowing how to react.
Another soft voice came from his arms, still just one word: "Cold."
Jiang Xingzhou reacted, shook off the speculation in his mind, and stiffly draped the clothes on Song Ci's back.
"Do you want to put it on?" he asked.
Song Ci had straightened up, and as he expected, her face was rosy. She did not answer directly, but asked back: "Is it okay?"
For some reason, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly felt that Song Ci today was like the best disguised boss in those animation dramas.
He looks harmless, but in fact he has everything under control and his mind is so deep that no one can figure it out.
He even felt that he was Song Ci's prey.
"Jiang Xingzhou?" Song Ci bit her lip, her face tangled and a little disappointed, "If it's not possible, forget it. This is also fine. It won't be cold anymore."
She was already very satisfied with the clothes on her body, and a certain place that had been empty since a while ago was filled again.
She couldn't ask for more, this was enough.
"Thank you," she whispered.
After saying that, Song Ci sat up straight, holding a piece of popcorn and staring at the screen that was displaying the precautions.
The clothes on your body are in danger of slipping off your shoulders.