She turned her face in confusion, only to see him staring at the screen, his free left hand tightly clutching the pillow on his lap. From any angle, he appeared to be watching the movie intently and looked quite nervous.
Are you kidding me, am I not as attractive as that long-haired ghost without nails?!
Ye Qiao felt an inner blow of ten thousand points, her enthusiasm greatly diminished. She sat up straight, leaning against the back of the sofa, and turned her gaze to the screen.
About ten minutes later, she screamed, tightly grabbing Ji Mo's arm and burying her face into his shoulder—she wasn't faking it, she was genuinely scared.
For the next half hour, Ye Qiao watched the entire movie in a state of alarmed fright.
By the time the movie ended, a cold sweat had broken out on her back.
This guy, of all movies to pick, he chose "Midnight Ring"!
Ji Mo looked at his arm, which was sore from being pinched, and then at Ye Qiao's face.
"Are you okay?!"
