A few minutes later.
The movie officially started.
Lin Yu awkwardly held Huang Feiya's hand.
Ummm...
In the end, Lin Yu honestly complied with Miss Huang's request.
After all.
It wasn't an outrageous demand, so agreeing to it didn't seem like a big deal.
If Huang Feiya made any more excessive requests later, he could just refuse them then.
It was just holding hands; it wasn't going to get anyone pregnant!
In the past, whenever Lin Yu took girls out, he was always the one taking the initiative to win them over.
The girls were usually on the passive side, responding to Lin Yu's moves.
Today's situation was a bit special, however. Lin Yu had completely become the passive one.
How should he describe his mood right now...
It was like a wolf in sheep's clothing being forced to learn how to graze like a sheep.
Of course.
Describing Huang Feiya as a sheep definitely undermined her a bit.
In a sense, Huang Feiya was also a wolf.
It was just that she thought the Lin Yu she was approaching was essentially a sheep.
Little did she know, her current actions were no different from approaching the White Wolf King!
It was obvious that this was genuinely Huang Feiya's first time holding a guy's hand at the movies.
Because wherever they rested their clasped hands, it felt extremely uncomfortable.
After all.
They were only holding hands, not linking arms.
This made the position of their hands very awkward.
The armrest between the theater seats was a comfortable place to rest an arm.
But putting their clasped hands on it?
That would only feel stiff and uncomfortable.
A few minutes later.
Led by Huang Feiya, the two changed their hand-holding position.
The method was actually quite simple.
They both rested their arms on the middle armrest, letting their hands naturally extend past the seat and hang in mid-air.
It sounded like a very clever solution.
But in practice, the discomfort kicked in!
The middle section connecting the seats had an angular edge.
Pressing their arms against that edge really dug into their skin.
To keep the hand-holding posture from being too unbearable, they had to maintain a natural grip on each other.
If either side exerted force to accommodate the other, they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
As a result.
The pressure naturally fell entirely onto their arms.
Maintaining a straight, tense posture, tightly pressed against the angular edge of the seat...
Don't even mention how awkward this position was!
After holding it for just five minutes, Lin Yu felt his arm going a bit numb.
If his physical condition was like this, let alone Huang Feiya's.
Her arm would only go numb faster than his.
It was simply that she was reluctant to give up this opportunity and unwilling to let go.
He really didn't know if Huang Feiya was as smart as he had imagined.
Even if she had never held a guy's hand at the movies, hadn't she at least seen others do it?
She wasn't using her brain at all!
Seeing Huang Feiya persist like this, Lin Yu actually felt a bit embarrassed.
If he moved his arm now and pulled his hand back to a comfortable position...
It would seem like he was disdaining Huang Feiya for making things awkward.
Moreover.
If he pulled his hand back and adjusted to a natural position...
It would feel a bit like he was taking the initiative.
From the beginning until now, he had been entirely passive!
Going from passive to active...
Would be an indirect way of telling Huang Feiya that he didn't dislike physical contact with her.
If he really did that...
It would actually go against Lin Yu's original intention.
Lin Yu even started to suspect: was this the exact effect Huang Feiya intentionally wanted?
If that was really the case, he definitely couldn't let her have her way.
Sigh.
The more he thought about it, the harder it was to take the next step.
After pondering it over and over.
Maintaining the status quo was still the best choice.
An ambiguous gesture had now become a test of endurance.
Their behavior had turned into a game of strategy, with both wanting to see through to what the other was thinking.
All of the above judgments...
Were entirely based on Lin Yu treating Huang Feiya as a smart person.
In other aspects of life, Huang Feiya was indeed a shrewd person.
But when it came to romance, she hadn't lied to Lin Yu.
Despite acting very assertive, she was actually quite insecure inside.
Now, even just holding hands, she felt uncomfortable no matter where she put them.
It wasn't that she was waiting for Lin Yu to auto-loot the initiative so she could successfully hook her catch.
The truth was, Huang Feiya genuinely didn't know where to put her hand either.
She rarely went to the movie theater normally; the last time was probably back in college.
Right now, her nerves were stretched to the absolute limit.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
