Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Song Yaoyao lifted her head. “Gege.”

“Yes.”

The man’s eyes moved slightly as he stood quietly next to the movie poster, his eyelashes drooping.

“Lower your head a little.”

The girl was cute with an obviously cunning and vibrant look in her eyes. Her voice was sweet like icing sugar.

Huo Yunque leaned over slightly and looked into the girl’s eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “And?”

A small hand boldly stroked his forehead. It was slightly hot but still in the normal temperature range.

Song Yaoyao then stretched out a finger and shook it. “Gege, how many fingers is this?”

As soon as her voice fell, she felt a flick on her forehead.

It didn’t hurt, but it was slightly ticklish.

“Ow! Gege!” Song Yaoyao stomped her feet. “Tell me, how many is this? Quick!”

From the look in her eyes, Huo Yunque could tell what she was testing.

He curled his lips and replied slowly, “3.”

Song Yaoyao looked at her finger and fell silent for a while. She then stuck up three fingers and asked, “Gege, how many is this?”

“1.”

The man pursed his lips as he answered.

“Gege, you’re drunk~~”

Song Yaoyao came to a conclusion as she looked at the man’s glassy eyes. Like a mountain in the fog, he was particularly good-looking. Especially his eyes which were long, narrow, and framed by eyelashes which cast a dark shadow on his cheeks.

He did not take notice of any of the people who walked past him. The girl in front of him was the only person in his eyes.

Song Yaoyao felt her heart race as she licked her lips.

She wanted to do something naughty again…

She softened her voice and hooked onto Huo Yunque’s finger. “Gege, kiss me.”

As soon as her voice fell, the man immediately ended his act.

Song Yaoyao received quite a fright. A fire seemed to ignite in the man’s dark eyes.

The man tilted his handsome face slightly and brushed his nose against her ear. His hot breath fell upon her.

His voice was hoarse but calm. “It’s time.”

Huo Yunque stood up straight as he brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

He then pulled the dazed girl to get their tickets checked.

Song Yaoyao’s heart was still racing. Still holding onto her milk, her ear tingled as though an electrical current was running through it.

Her throat went dry.

Oh no, was she having a fever?

Song Yaoyao sniffed. Up until the point that the movie started, Song Yaoyao was still wondering whether her Gege was drunk.

If he wasn’t drunk, then he had been acting too abnormal. In fact…he was a little too obedient…

But if he was drunk… Song Yaoyao bit her lip. If he was drunk, how did he manage to remain so logical?

After the lights in the theater switched off, the movie screen was the only source of light in the room.

As she swept her eyes across the theater, all she saw were silhouettes of human heads.

The moment the film started, some couples already started hugging…

Song Yaoyao blushed. Tugging on her dress, she tried to focus on the movie.

The storyline was simple and it was filmed by Director Kang, so the picture and narrative was very beautiful.

Although she had read the script for Ride the Wind several dozens of times, this was her first time watching the complete film.

And, knowing the script did not stop her from being amazed.

When Tang Xinrou appeared on the screen, Song Yaoyao even heard a couple of girls in the front say, “Wow, she’s so pretty! If only she was the protagonist.”