Hmm...the fragment is this, are you afraid?

This is just a guess, but based on the experience of so many planes, it shouldn't be.

Shang Li's title is the Lord God of Light. Only ghosts have always been afraid of him. When did he start to be afraid of these false things?

Zhu Chu murmured a few words in her heart, but honestly stretched out her hand. The ice blue in her beautiful eyes shone brightly. She approached Feng Yang and whispered: "If sir, you are afraid, you can hold my hand.

"

There was little to fear from Zhang Zhi, so Zhu Chu didn't mind giving him a little more care.

They bought a couple's seat, and there was no one else next to them. After hearing the little girl's voice, Feng Yang quickly pulled away from the emotion just now.

There is nothing to be afraid of, but many times, the darkness always seems to bring him some not-so-good memories.

In the flickering light and shadow, the young man pursed his lower lip calmly, then relaxed quickly. His long eyelashes trembled. Without saying anything, he put one of his hands into the girl's hand.

The young man's fingers have clear joints. Perhaps because of his mixed blood, they look a little pale, but they are not sick. They are like a piece of fine white jade. They should be warm and moist, but when you hold them, you can still catch the fingers.

The coolness hidden in the tip.

Zhu Chu blinked, was he really scared?

Just as she was wondering, the next moment Feng Yang's soft voice fell on her ear: "I'm a little scared, I thought..."

Feng Yang didn't finish the rest of his words, he just turned his attention to the young couple in front of him who were hugging each other closely. The emotions in his words were self-evident.

Zhu Chu immediately let go of the doubts in her heart. The fragments had already admitted it, so she could not continue to doubt it. The Lord of Light was still afraid of something. Although it was only one of the fragments, it still gave her a sense of fear.

The joyful feeling of knowing his little secret.

"It's okay, sir, just hold me tight and I'll be fine. Don't be afraid."

The little girl's eyes were crooked, as if a clear spring water was rippling slightly.

Feng Yang glanced at it, then quickly lowered his eyes, covering the curve of his lips with less bright light.

The original goal was not achieved, but now it seems that it is not bad.

The first half of the movie was spent complaining. In the second half of the movie, after holding Shark's hand, Zhu Chu could no longer focus entirely on the movie and had to pay attention to the other person's situation from time to time.

The popcorn in the bucket quickly bottomed out, and Zhu Chu's other hand was empty. Just when he was about to frown, Coca-Cola was handed to his lips.

Looking up, there was a blond young man with a lazy smile and a low and pleasant voice: "Take a sip."

One of their hands was still holding each other, and Zhu Chu leaned over and took a sip. This posture made the already close distance between them infinitely closer. When they turned sideways, they could even feel the burning breath of the other person.

Zhu Chu heard the other party's chuckle.

"Chuchu is really good."

Pretending to be nice and pitiful can win the little girl's sympathy for a while, but it is not advisable in the long run. Feng Yang just regrets that the time they have known each other is too short, and there are many things he wants to say that he cannot say for the time being.

But when the movie ended, he still called out the name he had always wanted to call.
Chapter completed!