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Chapter 205 I'm Cold

If you just watch this movie and do nothing, you'll definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

His mind was racing, like an overheated machine.

The air conditioner blew down from above, and the cold air hit my face, making it feel chilly.

He glanced down at the half-full glass of iced cola in his hand; the ice was still there, and it jingled as he shook it.

Song Huan handed over the popcorn bucket.

Xiao Yunqing knew he wouldn't eat, so she took the food, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

While she was eating and not paying attention, he turned slightly to the side to block her view and pressed the Coke cup against his arm.

It was icy cold; the chill seeped into my skin, and I got goosebumps.

Then I applied it to my forehead and then to my palms.

After making sure the most frequently touched areas were ice-cold, he put down the cola, leaned back, hunched his shoulders, and frowned slightly.

Xiao Yunqing had been consciously paying attention to him.

She put down the popcorn, turned to the side, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Huan's complexion wasn't good, and her lips were a little pale.

He rubbed his arms. "It's a bit cold."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

She was wearing two layers, so you couldn't tell.

But he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

She reached out and touched his arm.

It's icy.

I touched it again, and it was still icy.

She withdrew her hand, then reached out again to touch the back of his hand; it was still cold, like it had been taken out of the refrigerator.

Xiao Yunqing had never felt such coldness from anyone before.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you want us to go outside?"

Her voice became urgent, and her face turned slightly pale.

Song Huan shook her head. "It's almost over. Let's finish watching."

He shrugged and shrank back into his seat like a frozen cat.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Yunqing couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore.

The screen showed a car chasing each other, tires screeching, but she didn't hear a word of it.

"It's okay, you can keep watching. I can bear it." Song Huan closed her eyes and said painfully, looking like she was about to ascend to heaven at any moment.

"Should I give you my coat?" She reached out to unbutton her coat.

Song Huan shook her head, her voice weak, "It's okay, just stay close to me."

Xiao Yunqing's hand stopped on the button.

Should we get closer?

Song Huan was so cold that her mind was in a mess, and she didn't have time to think.

He reached out and pushed the handrail between the two people upwards; with a click, it went in.

She moved closer to Song Huan, her shoulder touching his arm.

"Is it okay now?" she asked nervously, wanting only to transfer the warmth from her body to Song Huan so that he could feel better.

Song Huan hunched her shoulders and said weakly, "Closer."

She shifted again, her thigh pressed against his.

Even through the thin fabric of his skirt, I could feel the coolness emanating from him.

"so?"

"Just a little closer."

Xiao Yunqing bit her lip and moved away.

The two of them were pressed together, her shoulder resting on his chest.

"But won't it crowd you?"

"I just want to squeeze in and stay warm."

Song Huan's voice came from above, sounding a little aggrieved.

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, she just leaned against him.

He felt cool, but after leaning against it for a while, it didn't seem so cool anymore.

Her heart was pounding, so fast she wondered if he could hear it.

Song Huan shamelessly pressed his body closer to her, feeling the warmth and softness of her body.

He smelled the fragrance in her hair, faint, like shampoo, or something else entirely.

The most wonderful thing in the world is a young and beautiful girl.

When Song Huan held Xiao Yunqing in his arms, he could smell her faint body fragrance, a light perfume scent, or perhaps the scent of some other shower gel.

And when Song Huan held her, she was shocked countless times. How could her body be so soft and gentle?

This is fucking wonderful!

"Are you still cold?" Xiao Yunqing's voice came softly from her arms.

"There's still a little bit left." Song Huan paused for a moment.

"May I put my hands in your coat pockets?"

Xiao Yunqing nodded without hesitation.

It's so cold, it's perfectly normal to put your hands in your pockets.

That's what Xiao Yunqing thought, but unfortunately, that's not what he thought.

Song Huan chuckled to himself, slipped his hands through her sides, placed them against her waist, and put them into her coat pockets.

He then embraced her with a perfectly legitimate reason.

Xiao Yunqing's body stiffened for a moment, then went limp.

She leaned against his chest and could hear his heartbeat.

Soon, even faster than hers.

After a while, she reached out and touched the back of his hand.

It's still cold.

After a while, he touched it again.

After noticing that the temperature was gradually rising.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A while later.

Xiao Yunqing's voice came from inside her arms, muffled.

"Song Huan, can you please stop moving?"

As she spoke, Xiao Yunqing shifted her body uncomfortably.

Song Huan's voice sounded aggrieved, "I wasn't moving, I was just shivering from the cold."

Xiao Yunqing lost her temper and remained quiet for a while.

"Stop touching me." Her voice rang out again.

"No, it's warm there."

Song Huan's voice still sounded aggrieved as she softly reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll just leave it there and not do anything."

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, but no words came out.

The movie was still playing, with gunshots, explosions, and car chases all mixed together.

She didn't hear a word she was saying because two pairs of tiny shoes were crawling all over her body, and if she wasn't careful, they would crawl to places she shouldn't be.

The subtitles on the screen started scrolling upwards.

The movie has ended.

The lights came on, and white light poured down from above, illuminating the entire theater.

Song Huan looked down at the person in her arms.

Xiao Yunqing's face was already completely red, from her forehead to her chin, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, like a boiled shrimp.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

Song Huan's hand was still in her pocket.

"The movie is over," he said.

"Mmm." Her voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.

"Thank you, I feel much warmer now."

Song Huan slowly pulled her hand out of her pocket, still wanting more.

Xiao Yunqing sat up straight from his lap, blushing as she tidied her hair and tucked the stray hairs behind her ears.

She stood up, not even daring to look him in the eye, and turned to leave.

She walked quickly, her little white dress swaying under the lights.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in her pockets, a smirk on her face.

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The two walked out of the theater one after the other. The lights in the corridor were on, casting her shadow on the ground.

Her ears were still red; you could see them from behind.