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After finishing the meal, I put the lunchbox into a mesh bag and hung it directly on the car.

In the steel mill, few people openly steal things, so there's no need to worry about losing your lunchbox.

Then he rushed to the movie theater.

When they arrived at their destination, the movie had just started.

The movie theater wasn't very big, with a seating capacity of just over two hundred people, and it was almost full by now, mostly with young people.

Smokers and chatters.

It's a mess.

The whole scene was a bit chaotic.

"That way! Let's go!"

Zhao Qingsong spotted two empty spots, whispered to Shen Wanqing, and pulled her sleeve, leading her forward.

When Shen Wanqing saw Zhao Qingsong pulling her, she instinctively tried to pull away.

But seeing that he was just holding onto his clothes, I didn't say anything.

They followed and took their seats.

After the two sat down, Zhao Qingsong finally breathed a sigh of relief: "My goodness, there are so many people. I bet none of them ate anything before they came."

Shen Wanqing nodded, "Yes! The six o'clock show is too rushed. If we go back for dinner, we might not have enough time."

He then leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Who are you talking about? Can you find them?"

Zhao Qingsong felt a fragrance waft towards him, and his mind immediately became somewhat distracted.

After Shen Wanqing finished speaking, he came to his senses and also leaned in to speak.

He said in a low voice, "I don't know either. You should watch TV for a bit, but don't look around randomly. These hidden enemy agents are very vigilant. If you look around, they might notice you. I'll find them."

He then sighed and said, "I don't know if we can find it."

Shen Wanqing felt the hot wind blowing against her ear, her face instantly turning red to the roots of her ears, and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

A strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

He hurriedly moved his ear away and whispered his agreement.

"Okay, I won't look around!"

Zhao Qingsong smiled as he looked at the other person.

In later generations, girls who blush easily are really hard to find!

There was no teasing; his gaze swept around.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the movie theater went dark instantly, and a beam of white light shone onto the screen directly in front of us.

An old and retro black and white image appears before your eyes.

The resolution is very low.

Moreover, having gotten used to movies from later eras, watching movies from this time always feels a bit choppy, like quickly flipping through a series of photographs.

His Mandarin was very standard, but for some reason it gave him a very strange feeling.

After watching for a while, I felt it was alright.

There were very few movies about love in this era, so he found them somewhat bland and uninteresting, but others found them fascinating.

Many people have even watched it multiple times.

Shen Wanqing also began to focus her attention on the screen.

……

The movie is very long, almost two and a half hours.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

An hour later, Zhao Qingsong finally came to his senses and realized that he had come to pick up girls, not to actually watch a movie.

Looking ahead, he gently tapped Shen Wanqing's arm with his hand.

Shen Wanqing turned her head away, looking puzzled.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Qingsong gently shake his head, and he subconsciously shut his mouth.

Zhao Qingsong pointed to his own palm, gesturing as if writing a name, and then pointed to her little hand.

Shen Wanqing watched her gesture for a while before she instantly understood what was going on.

Is this asking her to reach out her hand?

This won't do!

But judging from Zhao Qingsong's expression, he meant he couldn't speak?

This made her hesitate.

What if something really happens?

After hesitating for a while, she finally reached out her little hand with trembling hands.

Zhao Qingsong glanced down, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, but no expression on his face.

He's not stupid.

They didn't immediately take each other's hands.

He took the other person's sleeve and placed it on his thigh, then gently pried open the half-clenched palm with one finger.

He pressed down hard.

He's ticklish, and if you press too lightly, he'll feel uncomfortable. He doesn't want to scare the other person.

Start writing with force.

Moreover, it was all contact between the flesh of the index finger and the skin.

When Shen Wanqing's fingers touched her hand, a tingling sensation flashed by, but it dissipated considerably after being firmly pressed down.

There's someone acting strange to your right rear; they keep looking around. Don't say anything.

The writing has ended.

Zhao Qingsong wrote very slowly, and Shen Wanqing naturally understood what he meant, and subconsciously wanted to turn her head away.

But Zhao Qingsong held his arm down.

This made her hesitant to move.

Seeing Zhao Qingsong's outstretched hand, he understood what it meant and hesitated for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, he finally reached out his hand.

He writes on his palm.

……

Zhao Qingsong felt a tingling sensation from the other person's small hand as it was being squeezed, and he almost pulled his hand back.

Shen Wanqing was probably a little shy, so she moved her hands very gently.

The lighter the touch, the more itchy it becomes.

I suppressed the strange feeling and savored the words she wrote.

"Then what should I do? What do you want me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything, I'll just keep an eye on things."

The two of them wrote back and forth, having already forgotten the contents of the movie.

Midway through, Zhao Qingsong seized an opportunity to hold the other person's small hand.

It's very soft and warm to the touch, and feels very comfortable to squeeze.

Shen Wanqing struggled for a moment, but still let him hold her like that.

only……

Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Zhao Qingsong initially wrote heavily, without much feeling, but later he wrote lightly, and even in the end he used his fingernail to lightly scratch.

……

As the tingling sensation grew stronger, Shen Wanqing subconsciously bit her lip and squeezed her legs together tightly.

It was invisible in the darkness, but her face was already red to the roots of her ears.

So sad!

My legs twisted even more, but the discomfort didn't disappear; instead, it became even more intense.

For some reason, Zhao Qingsong wrote a very long one this time.

Finally, that feeling reached its peak.

"Splash!"

"I...I need to go out for a bit."

Suddenly, Shen Wanqing stood up, muttered something under her breath, and quickly left with her head down.

Zhao Qingsong was stunned for a moment.

A look of utter bewilderment on his face.

……

Outside the movie theater, Zhao Qingsong was standing there smoking, his gaze fixed on the public restroom not far away.

Shen Wanqing went to the restroom as soon as she came out.

……

After a while, Shen Wanqing, wearing a mask, came out of the restroom and walked over with her head down.

"Um... I'm not feeling well, so... I'd like to head back now."

Her expression was unreadable, but her whispered words and slightly reddened ears revealed that she was somewhat embarrassed.

Looking at the other person's expression, Zhao Qingsong knew that it was about time for today; going too far would be as bad as not going far enough.

"Alright then, that person has already left, I don't know where they went."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to get something to eat!"

"No, no!"

Shen Wanqing quickly waved her hand, as she was already stuffed from that lunchbox of food.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong did not insist.

"Okay, then I'll take you back!"

"No need, it's not far, I can go back by myself."

"It's so late at night, and it's not safe on the road. Let's go. Put your mask on. I'll go back when we get to the gate of the compound."

"this……"

Shen Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

They rode to the bike shed, picked up Zhao Qingsong's bike, and the two rode towards the staff compound.