Actually, the movie wasn't scary, just filled with too many disturbing scenes.
Fu Ying turned her gaze away from the screen to look at the man.
He was intently watching the movie.
He seemed to have lost weight, his facial contours sharper.
"Don't stare at me."
Fu Ying sheepishly diverted her eyes, uttering a feeble "No."
In speaking, she didn't even believe herself.
Clearly, she was ogling him quite blatantly.
After a while, Fu Ying's gaze landed on his face again.
He suddenly turned his head; Fu Ying was a bit startled and hastily looked away.
The man's tone carried a hint of a light-hearted smile: "Did you come to watch the movie, or to watch me?"
Fu Ying: "To watch, watch you."
Shen Liguang: "Then did you notice anything?"
"You look quite handsome."
Fu Ying heard a faint laugh.
The voice was quite nice.
"Such sweet talk."
Indeed, sweet enough to become addictive with just one kiss.
