Yesterday evening, Chen Xiangtai slept for less than six hours. Before the movie reached halfway, her eyelids were already too heavy to keep open, and she felt drowsy.
Lu Xinglan didn't wake her, letting her small head wobble and rest on his shoulder.
The seats in the cinema were almost all occupied. They played a recent narcotic-themed movie with good reputation and box office success. Near the climax, there was a gunfight scene that jolted Chen Xiangtai awake.
She rubbed her eyes, took a sip of Coke to refresh herself, glanced at the screen, and leaned over to Lu Xinglan to ask, "Is he the bad guy?"
She had missed most of the movie and couldn't distinguish between the heroes and villains.
Lu Xinglan lowered his voice, "No, he's undercover."
Oh, she watched for another two minutes, "Does he like that female officer?"
"Yep."
She showed a dawning expression of realization and grabbed some popcorn to eat, "He's so cool."
Lu Xinglan: "..."
Suddenly, he felt put-off.
