An Ran was on the verge of tears but had no tears to shed.
This movie wasn’t scary.
The scary thing was the "wolf in sheep’s clothing" sitting to her left.
Watching as everyone else’s attention shifted back to the movie,
An Ran let out a long sigh of relief.
For so reason, a strange thrill surged through her heart.
Chi Cheng often made her feel this fluttering sensation.
Is it because... he is her brother?
Doing these things that cross the line of a sibling relationship in secret, where others can’t see, particularly excites her heartbeat.
At first, she resisted.
But gradually... this feeling beca like a chronic drug.
Quietly, it devoured all of her rationality.
She even vaguely felt addicted to this thrill.
Alas, alas... What is this movie even about?
She couldn’t concentrate at all, her heartbeat sounded deafening.
Throughout, Chi Cheng didn’t look at An Ran, watching the screen with a lazy kind of focus.
But his hand’s movents beca more and more excessive.
Either his fingertips ambiguously circled in her palm, or pinched and tugged at her fingers back and forth.
The more An Ran tried to withdraw, the more outrageous he beca.
They were surrounded by people, even behind them.
An Ran sat there motionless, not daring to pull her hand back too forcefully, but consistently avoiding his advances.
A strange feeling of wanting to resist but also wanting to give in arose.
The corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth curled into a devilish arc as he lowered the armrest between their seats.
Then, shifting his angle sideways, he leaned entirely towards An Ran, propping his right hand under his chin, no longer watching the movie, but tilting his head slightly, his thin lips nearing her ear.
He gently nibbled and pecked.
He, he, he...
He was crazy!
This act was obviously even more brazen.
An Ran was about to be driven mad, she didn’t dare move at all, afraid soone might suddenly turn their head.
In everyone’s eyes, she and he were siblings.
But what were they doing now?
Not daring to move, An Ran passively felt Chi Cheng’s warm breath caress her ear.
A tingling sensation rose from her heart, spreading throughout her entire body.
"Exciting, isn’t it?" Chi Cheng’s voice was so low, very low.
Exciting...
So exciting...
An Ran’s breathing was all disordered.
She quickly sat up straight, turned and whispered to Ruge, "I’m going to the bathroom."
Then she rushed out of the theater.
Once outside, An Ran covered her already flushed cheeks with both hands.
Her left ear was still a little damp, and even touching it with her hand would raise a faint electric sensation.
Chi Cheng, this demon of a brother... seed to really enjoy playing this forbidden ga with her.
Reaching the washbasin, An Ran splashed cool water on her little face and then looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
Her small face was full of bewildernt.
What to do? She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper.
If not for the presence of others around, deep down, she didn’t resist Chi Cheng getting close at all...
In fact, she even wanted more...
The grip on the edge of the basin tightened, An Ran’s breathing slightly quickened.
She was sowhat afraid to confirm the answer in her heart.
This feeling... is, is...
"An Ran!"
A surprised voice sounded from behind.
An Ran turned her head, discovering a delicate-featured, tall, and slender boy standing behind her.
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