Chapter 99: The Breath That made her feel at Ease

Chapter 99

Outside the cinema, the staff were removing the barriers that had been used to separate the queues.

The movie was about to start.

Qi Shaobai, for some inexplicable reason, reached into his pocket.

When he pulled his hand out, he was holding an extra movie ticket.

He handed it to the girl in front of him.

"I have an extra ticket. Do you want it?"

Chi Xia lowered her gaze and saw that it was a ticket for the long-awaited movie "Burning Desires." She was momentarily stunned.

Surprise slowly spread across her fair face.

Happiness shimmered in her beautiful eyes as she looked up at him, her smile reaching the corners of her eyes and lips.

"Thank you. I'll transfer the money for the ticket to you."

She rummaged through her bag, searching for her phone.

"No need," Qi Shaobai replied calmly, his expression unchanged. He tilted his chin slightly, his voice as gentle as the breeze that had just passed.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked forward, taking long strides.

As he brushed past her, he left a sentence by her side:

"The movie is about to start."

Chi Xia hadn't even had a chance to take out her phone when she saw the boy had already walked far ahead.

She pursed her lips.

It was always like this. He did a good deed and then ran off, like Lei Feng.

She turned her head and raised her voice slightly.

"Wait, I have something for you."

The ginkgo leaves on both sides of the road blocked most of the streetlights.

Qi Shaobai headed towards the illuminated intersection, his shadow stretching long.

When he heard the girl calling him, he paused.

He turned around, his voice clear.

"Let's talk later. Walk faster, or we'll miss the ticket check."

The girl smiled, picking up her pace and running past him.

"Thank you, Lei Feng classmate. I'll treat you to a drink."

"...Lei Feng classmate?"

"I'll get you whatever flavor you want, Lei classmate."

"My last name is not Lei, it's Qi."

The girl smiled with a hint of mischief. "I know."

The summer heat scattered in disarray, and a refreshing breeze carried the scent of grass and trees.

The voices of the two of them faded into the distance, blending into the evening breeze of late summer.

*

Sheng Mumu held a large bucket of popcorn. Before entering the theater, she couldn't resist eating a few pieces enticed by the sweet aroma.

Qi Mo walked behind her, holding her bag and two cups of orange juice.

On the side, Qiao Li widened her eyes.

She had never seen her cousin carrying someone else's bag before.

There was a mix of butter and chocolate flavors.

Like a lottery, she didn't know what flavor she would taste next.

She grabbed another one.

Suddenly, her hand felt a warm touch.

In the cramped popcorn bucket, their backs of the hands touched.

She instinctively turned her head to look, and the man looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Realizing that the man next to her was also "drawing lots," she chuckled inwardly.

Qi Mo, the CEO who liked sweets.

What a contrast.

As the movie approached its climax, the plot took a sharp turn. The details laid out for the main characters earlier by the director became knives that stabbed the audience's hearts.

Sobs and sniffles could be heard in the cinema.

Gradually, more than half of the audience were moved to tears.

Even the tough girl Qiao Li couldn't escape it.

Qiao Li didn't bring tissues, and without thinking about her image, she used her hand to wipe her face.

When her tears blurred her vision, someone poked her arm.

She turned her head and saw Cheng Zhuo handing her a tissue.

Qiao Li's face was blotchy from crying, and her voice was choked, "Thank you."

Cheng Zhuo didn't seem to be affected by the sad plot at all. He even tried his best to hold back a smile when he saw Qiao Li's teary face.

On the other side,

Sheng Mumu also sniffed.

Qi Mo lowered his gaze and looked at her.

The bright light from the screen reflected his concern in his dark eyes.

Sheng Mumu looked back at him, blinked in confusion, and fluttered her long eyelashes.

Realizing that he might have thought she was crying, she rubbed her arms and glanced at the air conditioner blowing cold air above the theater.

Using body language to communicate, Sheng Mumu, with her high sensitivity to tears, indicated that she was just feeling a bit cold.

The plot was mildly intense, but not enough to make her cry.

As she turned her gaze back to the screen, a cool breath enveloped her.

He draped his coat over her.

Naturally, the slender hands of the man reached out and tightened her collar.

After confirming that no cold air could seep in, he withdrew his gaze and continued watching the movie.

Not a single word was spoken.

Wrapped in his expensive and exquisite coat, the chill gradually dissipated.

Sheng Mumu took a shallow breath.

In the dark environment, her senses were amplified.

The scent of pine lingered around her nose.

Although faint, it felt particularly strong at this moment.

It was the scent she would smell every night.

Something she had grown accustomed to.

An aroma that put her heart at ease.