“Big sister-in-law! What kind of movies do you like to watch?” Felicia walked over to us, still holding my hand, while the others were busy chatting (Felicia was indeed more considerate, unlike the others…).
“It doesn’t matter! But I like horror movies.” She stuck out her tongue at Felicia.
Horror movies? It seemed to be just Felicia’s taste. So, the two of them picked two horror films, and without anyone opposing, they walked to the counter to pay. Anyone who knew Felicia would never watch horror movies with her because her reactions would be far scarier than the plots of the films. However, no one present, especially the guys, stopped her from doing such a reckless thing…
“Collins, you have to sit next to me later because I’m going to be scared.” She smiled at me, her expression a bit guilty.
Oh my! Another person who gets scared but loves horror movies.
“Okay!” I replied helplessly.
When we reached the private room, everyone found their own spots (usually looking for a better pillow to hug). However, no one was willing to sit next to Felicia (I had explained the reason earlier). Until MACO returned from the restroom, just in time to be caught by Felicia, sitting next to her. Seeing MACO’s expression, I couldn’t help but feel a bit schadenfreude.
The two of us sat together in the right corner, with her leaning against me, occasionally emitting her unique body fragrance. Since she was wearing a sleeveless top, our bodies were in close contact (or rather, zero distance). Although the lighting in the room was dim, I could clearly see her enchanting face and the subtle friction of her curves. I thought, if it were just the two of us in the room, I might have some criminal thoughts?
What am I even thinking? How could someone like me, a young man with ideals and ambitions, have such wicked thoughts? Just as I tried to shift my attention to the screen, her firm curves brushed against me again. Turning towards me, she pressed her curves tightly against me and pulled my right hand to her back.
Suddenly, a loud noise! She, who was already close to me, pressed even tighter, her left hand completely gripping mine, rendering it immobile. I tried to gently pat her shoulder with my remaining right hand to soothe her emotions, but accidentally touched her chest.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” At that moment, I raised my hand high (as if to say I didn’t do it), but no one paid me any mind.
“Don’t be so nervous! I know you didn’t mean it. Just treat me like your real girlfriend, okay?” she whispered to me (I really didn’t know whether to say yes or no).
I was completely in a passive state. Although I wanted to treat her like my real girlfriend, just as she said, I had never had a girlfriend before and had never engaged in such intimate behavior. I truly didn’t know what to do next.
In any case, it seemed like she really treated me as her boyfriend, and I seemed to be at her mercy.
At her mercy? Seeing this, some people might wish to kill me. Most of my male peers would wonder why no one was taking charge of me. I would rather be taken charge of. Or they might think… taking advantage and then playing innocent.
Even Masky and the others were about to lose it upon hearing this.
“Just boldly pursue her! Since the girl said so, what are you hesitating for?” Masky was the first to speak up.
“Come on! She already has a boyfriend!” I replied.
“Then just take her away! I believe her feelings for you won’t be any less than that guy’s. What are you afraid of?” Hearing the straightforward Lilly say this, Masky and Rita nodded along.
I felt like I was in the Warring States period. Take her away? That sounded a bit barbaric.
I shook my head, indicating that I wouldn’t do that.
“Colliii (this is the unique name Masky and the others call me)! So do you like her?” Masky asked, patting my shoulder.
“I do like her, but…” I was interrupted by Masky (women these days love to interrupt others).
“Since that’s the case, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Moreover…” This time, I interrupted Masky (these days, as a man, I also love to interrupt others).
“Don’t be so nervous! I haven’t finished speaking.” Then, I pulled the time back to the scene of the incident.
