Spring Night Kiss.

The screen light switched to darkness, the theater went dark, leaving only a small patch of green light from the emergency exit indicator.

In the dim light, the curve of his brow bone and the line of his jaw were outlined by a thin line of green light. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyelashes were lowered, and he was looking at her.

Song Qingjia saw the corners of his mouth curl up slightly, and then the back of his neck was grabbed and his lips were kissed.

On the screen, someone was firing a gun, the sound of gunfire just barely drowning out the soft slurping of water between their lips and teeth.

Xu Zhouye didn't immediately try to conquer her. Instead, he took her lower lip into his mouth, sucked on it gently, then released it, and sucked on it again, each time with less force, making her involuntarily open her mouth slightly because of the tickling sensation.

His tongue immediately probed in, carrying his own hot breath.

His kisses were slow and deliberate, but each entanglement of their tongues seemed to be asking for more.

Song Qingjia raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his head down a little. He leaned in, his other hand bracing against the back of the chair beside her, practically enveloping her in his arms.

Surrounded by realistic movie sound effects, they kissed passionately, their passion palpable even as they faced the constant threat of being discovered.

"Ugh..." A groan almost escaped her lips.

Xu Zhouye swallowed her voice, gripped her waist, tightened his grip, and suddenly lifted her up.

He lifted Song Qingjia from the seat next to him and placed her steadily on his lap.

She instinctively tried to stand up by supporting herself on his knees, but he pressed her down with one hand on her waist.

"No..." she cried out in alarm, "We'll be found out..."

"Won't."

"Mmm..." Another deep kiss, another uncontrollable moan.

Xu Zhouye chuckled: "Baby, if you make another sound, we'll really get caught."

Song Qingjia kept her lips tightly closed, her breathing erratic.

The theater was still dark. Someone in the third row in front of me had their phone light up briefly, then it went out again.

A night scene was playing on the screen, the lighting was dim, and the whole theater looked like it was being submerged in a tank of deep blue water.

Xu Zhouye stepped back a little, and the two of them touched nose to nose and forehead to forehead.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, she felt a hand slide up her lower abdomen, the fingertips touching the lower edge of her chest.

Xu Zhouye felt her heartbeat, which was several beats faster than usual, under her fingertips, and was very satisfied.

It seems she prefers him to be more assertive.

In the future, there's no need to keep pretending to be a cute puppy, seeing her but not being able to have her, only making both of them suffer. Just become a wolfhound and carry her back to your den.

Song Qingjia was both nervous and addicted, letting him press his lips against the skin behind her ear and letting his warm breath fall on her neck.

His lips moved from behind her ear to the side of her neck, he opened his mouth, and his tongue pressed against the spot where her carotid artery throbbed, giving it a gentle lick.

Itchy, tingling sensations traveled from my neck all the way to my tailbone.

Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, swallowing back the gasp that almost escaped her lips.

There were people eating popcorn and laughing in front of her; she couldn't make a sound, absolutely not.

Xu Zhouye smiled again.

He took that small piece of skin into his mouth and sucked hard.

At the same time, a huge explosion came from the screen, and the theater was lit up as if it were daytime.

White light poured down from above, illuminating the two people clearly.

Song Qingjia closed her eyes in an attempt to cover up her actions, burying her face in his neck and using his neck to shield her face.

He tilted his head, his lips brushing against her forehead, and kissed her again in those brief, blinding seconds of light.

Song Qingjia had no idea what the movie was about at the end.

The audience had all left the theater, leaving only the two of them.

Song Qingjia took out a small mirror from her bag, looked at herself, her cheeks were still flushed, and the lip gloss on her lips was completely gone.

"..."

She glanced at the man beside her and, sure enough, the lips were stuck to his.

"Quickly wipe it off..." She handed her a tissue.

Xu Zhouye lowered his head: "You wipe it for me."

Song Qingjia: "...Wipe it yourself."

Xu Zhouye glanced at the tissue that had been thrown at him, but didn't continue. He picked it up and wiped his lips.

Song Qingjia then used lip gloss to touch up her makeup.

Although she was a little embarrassed, the kiss brought her immense pleasure. She thought to herself that she could kiss him more often in the future.

After touching up her lipstick, she stood up and looked down at the man, saying, "Let's go." Then, without looking back, she walked towards the exit.

Xu Zhouye crumpled the tissue into a ball and followed along, equally in a good mood.