"Dating should progress gradually; swimsuits can come later. Let's start with watching a movie."
I almost believed his nonsense.
Yu Minglang, who claims to be a decent person, held Qian's hand, brought her to a private screening room, closed the door, and immediately pressed her against the door.
"Qian..."
"Aren't you taking it step by step?" Qian asked mischievously, turning her head to avoid his eager lips.
Yu Minglang used his hand to turn her face towards him, eagerly leaning in.
The lights in the screening room hadn't even been turned on, and in the pitch-black setting, the two were impatiently longing to embrace each other. In the quiet space, only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.
His hands started to misbehave too, and under his strength, Qian inadvertently moved, accidentally hitting the switch on the wall, making the room suddenly bright.
Yu Minglang quickly withdrew his hands, instead helping to tidy the hair on her cheeks.
