Wen Yi said this without much fluctuation in her tone, still watching the screen in front of her.
In the dim light, Mo Shichen stared deeply at her.
"Movie choice... mmm."
Just as she was about to turn her face and speak to him, her lips were captured by the man's thin kiss.
Avoiding the sore spot, Mo Shichen embraced and kissed her.
After about a minute, he rubbed his handsome nose against her cheek and chuckled hoarsely, "What movie did you pick?"
"A violent thriller."
"..."
Mo Shichen didn't know why he found this amusing, but he played with her hair and laughed, "Is this your taste?"
Wen Yi indifferently responded, "So that you won't stop watching halfway through and disturb me."
"..."
She did know him slightly, after all. Movies usually didn't attract him much, and he probably wouldn't be interested in romantic, artistic films. As for detective and crime movies, she figured he wouldn't care for them either. Violent thrillers were direct and captivating.
