The movie was still playing, but no one was paying attention. Yan Zhen’s hand, initially resting on his shoulder, was now enveloped in his, her fingers curled around his waist, pulling them closer. Their lips and tongues danced, a sweet, breathless melody weaving between them, lost in the soundtrack of the film.
The air grew thick with tension. Yan Zhen’s eyes fluttered closed as she breathed heavily. A cool touch against the sensitive skin of her waist startled her; something had slipped beneath the hem of her dress.
Realizing what it was, she gasped, "This is a movie theater… what do you think you're doing?! Chen Huaixu!"
His fingers trailed upwards, pushing aside the lace of her underwear, his hand cupping her br3ast.
A cry caught in her throat, swallowed by his kiss. A whimper escaped her lips, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
His palm kneaded her soft flesh, his grip firm, reshaping her fullness. Smoothness slipped between his fingers, only to be captured again, his hand shifting to possess her anew.
Her body, sensitive and delicate, couldn't bear the intensity. "You'll bruise me…ngh…stop…" she whispered, her voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and protest.
His thumb grazed her hardened n1pple, pressing gently. He murmured against her lips, "So soft, how could I ever bruise you?"
He leaned forward, pressing her deeper into the plush cushions of the sofa. His back and the sofa itself shielded his actions. Even if a camera were watching, all it would see was a couple embraced in a kiss.
The pressure of his hand shifted, sometimes light, sometimes intense, teasing her n1pple, kneading her br3ast. Pleasure warred with a building ache. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, her back arching, a soft moan escaping her.
Sensing her arousal, he held her tighter, whispering, "Baby, tonight…"
A sudden, jarring ring shattered the intimate spell.
Yan Zhen jolted back to reality, reaching for her phone. A glance at the screen sent a wave of panic through her, scattering the remnants of desire.
Under Chen Huaixu's watchful gaze, she shakily answered the call. "Hello? Brother."
Yan Zhao's voice filled her ear. "Are you staying at school tonight? Why aren't you home yet? You didn't even tell Aunt Cui."
Lying wasn't her forte. She stammered, "We had a rehearsal for the school anniversary celebration, and then we all went out for dinner. I'll be back soon."
As she spoke, Chen Huaixu pinched her taut n1pple. A gasp escaped her lips, her hand flying to her mouth. She glared at him, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance flooding her cheeks.
Yan Zhao, hearing the rustling on the other end of the line, smiled slowly. "Should I have Uncle Li pick you up?"
"No, a classmate drove me. They said they could drop me off later." Yan Zhen quickly refused. "Go ahead and rest, Brother. Don't worry about me."
"Oh, alright." Yan Zhao leaned back against his own sofa, crossing his legs, his voice laced with meaning. "It's getting late. Tell your classmate to drive carefully."
"Okay, I will. Bye, Brother."
Yan Zhen hung up, her relief palpable. Chen Huaixu had withdrawn his hand, smoothing her clothes and adjusting her bra.
She hesitated. "I…"
"I know." He cut her off gently. "You don't need to explain."
Yan Zhen felt like a woman caught in a lie, telling her family she was working late while secretly meeting her lover. A strange sense of guilt towards Chen Huaixu washed over her.
As they left the theater, Yan Zhen stopped abruptly. Chen Huaixu turned back. "What's wrong?"
She frowned. "I think my heel got caught on the stairs. It's uncomfortable to walk."
Chen Huaixu immediately crouched down, offering his shoulder for support as he examined her shoe.
"The heel is broken. You could easily twist your ankle walking like that. Let's get you a new pair before the mall closes."