Yun Ya lifted her head from Yan Song’s embrace, smiled at the two girls, and said, "Sorry, my boyfriend isn’t used to talking with any won other than ."
That statent was awkward, yet it exuded a silent pride and boasting.
As the two girls got a clear view of this girl’s face, a trace of astonishnt streaked through their eyes, and after exchanging looks, they pressed their lips together and said with a smile, "Your boyfriend is so good to you, and he’s so handso, too. You’re really lucky." Their tone was both envious and jealous.
Yun Ya just smiled, neither confirming nor denying it.
The young man’s gaze had been fixed on the girl in his arms from the beginning to the end, without glancing at the two won once, leaving them feeling disappointed. This was soone else’s boyfriend.
It was their turn at the ticket check, and after they went through, they found their seats in the cinema—row five, right in the middle, the best spot.
Better yet, the cinema offered couple’s seats, which were like sofas with very high armrests on each side, offering excellent privacy. They could do whatever they wanted without worrying about being seen.
Yun Ya thought to herself that Yan Song had picked a good place. Just as she sat down, Yan Song whispered in her ear, "Wait for a little while, I’ll be right back." He then quickly left the seat.
Yun Ya leaned back in the sofa; the movie hadn’t started yet, and it was all advertisents—she was bored, so she took out her cell phone.
Her phone was nearly flooded with ssages from Yun Zhan. He was requesting a eting, and had even decided on the location, insisting that Yun Ya had to co no matter what. He had scheduled the eting for seven o’clock. Yun Ya glanced at the ti; it was already half-past seven...
[I’m occupied tonight and can’t make it, sorry.]
The other party quickly replied with a crying emoji.
[I’m heading back to Capital City tomorrow. Master, how could you do this to ? Don’t you know I ca to Jiangzhou specifically for you? How could you treat like this?]
His frustration and anger were palpable between the lines.
Yun Ya curved her lips, [Actually, we have already t.]
[Don’t lie to , Master. How could I have possibly t you? If you don’t want to see , just say it straight. There’s no need to reject with such a la excuse. Ah, it’s so heartbreaking.]
[A six-foot-tall figure, dressed in a black suit, with a blue polka dot tie. You have a mole near the corner of your left eye...]
[Damn, Master, have you really seen ? Where and when? Why don’t I have any recollection of it? Wait, how did you recognize , and more importantly, I didn’t recognize you. Master, you have to tell who you are.]
[Destiny’s secrets must not be revealed.]
At that mont, Yan Song returned. Yun Ya put her phone in her bag, and Yan Song handed her a juice in the left hand and a bucket of popcorn in the right.
"Eat this while watching the movie."
Yun Ya received it with a smile, "Brother Yan is so considerate."
Just then, the lights in the theater dimd, and the opening music for the movie began to play.
Yun Ya tucked her legs up and found a comfortable position in Yan Song’s embrace.
The movie started with a screen full of blood, sliding down the screen, too terrifyingly realistic, and gasps of shock echoed through the audience.
All of a sudden, a hand stretched out from the screen, catching many girls off guard and eliciting screams; however, for Yun Ya, all these effects were child’s play.
Yan Song frowned, watching Yun Ya nestled in his arms without so much as furrow of her brow from the beginning, thinking that things shouldn’t be going this way. Why was his girlfriend different from everyone else’s?
Yun Ya was thoroughly enjoying the show, feeling the female ghost’s tragic story was quite compelling as she sought revenge. It was quite engaging.
Especially the scene where the sister responsible for the lead character’s death, sat in front of the mirror getting ready—while applying eyebrow pencil, suddenly, a pale, bluish hand erged from the mirror and grabbed her wrist. The nails were long and sharply dug into the flesh, beads of blood oozing out as the woman scread in terror, a sound that seed about to tear the roof off.
Then, a disheveled female ghost climbed out of the mirror, a scene that assaulted the eyes of everyone present, and the cinema was filled with intermittent screams.
Yun Ya felt the special effects for the female ghost could have been better, but the atmosphere was quite good. It appeared the sister was a new actress; her emotional portrayal fell short, otherwise, the scene would have been even more impressive—such a pity...
At that mont, the hand around her waist suddenly tightened. Yun Ya turned to look at Yan Song, who wore a frown and looked decidedly unhappy.
Yun Ya was about to ask what was wrong when she had a sudden realization and sneaked a smile.
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