An Ran felt like crying but had no tears.
This movie isn't scary.
What's scary is the "wolf in sheep's clothing" sitting to her left, isn't it?
Seeing everyone's attention shift back to the movie,
An Ran let out a long breath.
For some reason, a strange sense of thrill welled up inside her.
Chi Cheng often brought her this kind of fluttering feeling.
Is it because... he's her brother?
At first, she resisted it.
But gradually... this feeling became like a chronic poison.
It silently devoured all her rationality.
She surprisingly felt a vague sense of addiction to this kind of thrill.
Oh no, oh no... what was the movie even about?
She couldn't focus on it at all; her heartbeat seemed deafening.
Chi Cheng never looked at An Ran; he just lazily and intently watched the screen.
Yet, he held her hand tightly.
The more An Ran wanted to withdraw, the more excessively he played.
There were people all around them, even behind them.
