After the movie ended, Bi Xia got up from Qin Zhan, moving her sore neck that made a crisp cracking sound. Pausing slightly, she turned to look at Qin Zhan, her bright eyes playfully turning under his gaze, then she collapsed onto him, pouting, "Waaaah, Fourth Brother~~~ my neck hurts~~~"
That soft and tender voice made Qin Zhan feel as though he had been zapped by electricity. Looking down at her black hair, he sighed helplessly, ignoring his tingling and numb legs that felt like they had pins and needles, he raised his hand and gently massaged Bi Xia's neck, "Feel good?"
"Mmm…" Bi Xia half-closed her eyes in enjoyment, "Master Qin's massage skills are pretty good. Later, I'll reward you with some pocket money, so you can buy a pack of cigarettes for yourself."
