Sweet Wife in My Arms

pen until she came along.

If Fang Zhu takes her advice, something might change.
Otherwise, with her disposition, nothing with change no matter whom she marries.
She would never be able to attain love from a respectful, icy marriage.

Love sweet, but it also can be sour, bitter, or even painful.
But humans need love.
Lots of them.

A woman who has never experienced love is pitiful.

Yan Huan walked over and sat down beside Lu Yi, then rested on his leg and watched him play the game.
The phone was still on his laps.
Yan Huan had bought the newest model to play games.
Skills aside, she had to at least have the best equipment.

Yan Huan felt defeated when she saw the familiarity in the way Lu Yi played.

“You play exactly like how I play, but why do I always die here?”

“Too dumb,” said Lu Yi lightly.

Yan Huan stared.
Still looking down, Lu Yi squeezed her cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it, nothing wrong with being a big boobed birdbrain.”

“…”

Fang Zhu’s eyes twitched at their flirty behavior.
Lu Yi had never treated her that way, and neither could she replicate what Yan Huan was doing.
Showering a man with hugs and kisses was against her teachings.
In fact, it went against her understanding of this world.
She wasn’t Yan Huan.
She couldn’t do it.
What would it be like if she was the one lying on a man’s lap?

What would it look like?

Have you ever seen an old nun showering a man with hugs and kisses?

No, right?

It’s not possible, right?

Right?

Troubled, she straightened herself, her teeth hurting from the clenching.
The man beside her looked at her, then at the beautiful woman with a great figure and sweet voice on Lu Yi’s lap.
He cried internally.

Comparison breeds pain.

Even though the pain was what made him compare in the first place.

Plus, why was this guy’s girlfriend so familiar-looking? He pondered over that for a while but couldn’t remember who it was.
Maybe she was a star look-alike, but he couldn’t put his fingers on who it was.

A radio announcement came, saying that the ticket-cutting for their movie had begun.
Lu Yi kept the phone and gave the popcorn to Yan Huan, carrying the two cups of drinks.

When their tickets were being cut, the ticket-cutter stared at Yan Huan’s face for a long while.
Yan Huan looked down and busied herself with the popcorn.

Lu Yi held her hand tightly as the two walked into the auditorium.

It was a 2D artistic film with a small audience.
Yan Huan roughly counted 7.
A dismal number.

This little? As an actress herself, she realized that she would be very sad if this was her film.
In this life, everything had been aligned for her.

Therefore, even though she didn’t film many movies, they all turned out to be blockbusters, one of which earning first place in box office income of that year.
None of her films were this unpopular.

She sneaked a peek at the woman beside her.
How cliché is it for Fang Zhu to be seated right beside her?

What a dreadful coincidence.
Couldn’t she watch a movie in peace?