Terror, for you now, seems to only be induced by the likes of Xian Qianling, that crazy woman, and perhaps the Empress.
As for the effect created by the combination of visuals and sounds in movies, they can no longer send shivers down your spine or raise goosebumps.
After all, the ghosts in the movies are minor matters; to you, a single talisman would make them obediently clean your floors, so naturally, there’s no pointless fear.
But, like watching movies or reading novels, it’s about the plot, passing time, and understanding life.
If you didn’t have Sen Luo Eye or the so-called Life Curse, you would probably be just like that guy in the front row.
Since the movie started playing until now, at least an hour has passed, and that dude is still hesitating whether to lift his hand, move it around the neck of the girl next to him, and finally rest it on her shoulder.
Honestly, you don’t even know what that feels like anymore.
It’s a hesitation mixed with desire, but when you yearn for it, it’s also intermingled with a bit of shyness and timidity.
As for the girl next to him, although she seems engrossed in the plot, in reality, she’s stolen glances at the boy next to her more than a dozen times, waiting shyly for him to comfort her with a scream.
This, perhaps, is what being in a relationship is like.
Unfortunately, you’ve never truly experienced it.
You and Wu Qiyi were childhood sweethearts, a perception that stems from deep within the heart, where any small action easily reveals the thoughts of the other; with Zhao’er, you gave your all, stopping at nothing for her.
But, you have no idea what’s in Zhao’er’s heart, hm, or to put it another way, Zhao’er doesn’t even have a heart, so how could she experience the feeling of being in love?
However, at this moment, Zhao’er, whose eyes were fixed on the screen, gently placed her tender hand on the back of yours.
Turning your head in confusion, you found Zhao’er still looking at the big screen, perhaps intoxicated by the movie plot, thus naturally making this gesture.
After the movie ended, you walked out of the theater, hand in hand with Zhao’er, slowly following the crowd.
"Hey, beauty, have we met somewhere before?"
At the parking lot, not fifty meters away from your car, a man clad in an attention-grabbing leather jacket jumped out.
Seeing that Zhao’er didn’t respond, he laughed and lifted his right hand, snapping his fingers with a "snap."
Quickly, the lights of five supercars parked nearby flickered simultaneously, and four young couples exited the vehicles. The men, typical rich or official second generations with greasy hair and powdered faces; the women, with looks and clothes reminiscent of internet celebrities.
The man leaned against a Lamborghini, flipped his hair, and said with a smile, "The passenger seat is still empty beside me. I wonder if you’d be interested in experiencing the thrill of chasing the wind with me?"
Zhao’er still said nothing, but she let go of your hand and walked towards the man.
At this, the group of men and women immediately started to make a commotion, some even whistling.
"Hey hey, beauty, my name is..."
The man had just reached out his hand when his arm was grabbed by Zhao’er and, like tossing a sandbag, he was flung away.
For Zhao’er, that throw wasn’t particularly forceful, but the man still slid across the ground for over ten meters before finally stopping with his face.
Zhao’er didn’t stop there, she walked to the side of the Lamborghini, slightly lifting her arm, and with a gentle slap on the car that was worth over ten million...
A wave of Qi Force spread in all directions!
All components within the Lamborghini, including the engine, quickly flattened—an expensive supercar was thus pressed into a sheet of metal by Zhao’er’s Qi Force!
Silence fell upon the scene.
By then, you had arrived beside Zhao’er in your Ye Xiao, rolled down the window, and said to her, "Let’s go eat some late-night snacks."
Of course, you couldn’t really go for late-night snacks.
Because once eight o’clock hit, Zhao’er automatically entered sleep mode.
She was just like a robot, with fixed and punctual habits, immune to disruption.
Cradling Zhao’er’s delicate body, you gently placed her on your bed, then simply sat beside her, quietly watching her...
You had a great time today, at least that’s what you thought.
Since you brought Zhao’er out of the Underground Palace, this was the first time you spent an entire day alone with her, and it felt really good.
Meanwhile, at this very moment, in an old pedestrian street in the old district of Yu City, a man wearing a hat pushed open the wooden door of a coffee shop.
The doorbell chimed crisply.
The dozing off barista quickly stood up to greet the customer with a smile.
The man kept his hat brim low, walking towards a corner by himself, then sat at an empty table.
"Hello, what would you like to drink?"
A uniformed waitress came over, smiling at the man.
"I’ll have an orange juice."
"Okay." The waitress quickly noted it down, "Would you like some desserts as well?"
After the waitress left, the crisp sound of the doorbell rang again as Ruan Yuling, dressed in a fashionable and sexy outfit, strolled in.
She entered laughing Yan Ran, the charm in her eyes swirling, even the waitress couldn’t help but look fascinated.
Ruan Yuling sat across from the man and said softly with a smile, "Sorry, I’m late."
The man’s reply was still cold, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"How is it, can’t I just miss you and want to see you?" Ruan Yuling teased, raising her Liu Mei.
"Hmph," the man snorted coldly, "Stop the nonsense, what is it?"
"You’re as unromantic as ever."
Just then, the waitress brought over the orange juice, which Ruan Yuling took and sipped it lightly, leaving a bright, appealing lipstick mark on the glass.
Ruan Yuling then placed the orange juice in front of the man, who, treating it like poison, quickly moved it aside, and asked the waitress for another one, "Another orange juice, please."
"Sure, just a moment."
The waitress looked bewilderedly at the pair, unable to understand their relationship.
The man, from the moment he came in, had kept his hat brim low as if fearing others would see his face; and the splendidly dressed woman was even more remarkable—she was stunning even to the waitress, let alone to a man.
"What, afraid I might drug you?"
"Less talking, what do you want?"
Ruan Yuling smiled Wumei, and gently opened her red lips, "I want to have a child."