Chapter 184: The Beauty is in My Arms, But Not in My Heart

In the cinema, the art film had Yao Wan Jiao in tears throughout, a kind of film that naturally left Lin Fan feeling indifferent. However, he enjoyed munching on popcorn and watching the sobbing beauty beside him—it was quite a unique pleasure, especially in the dark cinema, holding her soft, delicate hand. It was truly comfortable.

After the movie, they went out to eat. Lin Fan deliberately chose a food stall near the neighborhood where he used to live. It was clear that Yao Wan Jiao wasn't used to the feel of dining on the street, but she still sat on the cheap plastic chairs without showing any signs of disapproval. Lin Fan liked this about her, considering she came from a wealthy family; avoiding street food wasn't a crime after all.

"Is this little bit okay?"

Watching Yao Wan Jiao eat only five shrimp tails, Lin Fan remembered how he had polished off the popcorn in the cinema all by himself. He curiously gazed at her slender face.