Xie Jiuhan slept very soundly. He didn't like to watch movies, because to him, this was a waste of time. However, if Feng Qing liked it, he could accompany her. Anyway, if Feng Qing wanted to watch, he could just sleep.
Twenty minutes later, the movie ended and the lights in the couple hall lit up. The staff opened the door and waited for the audience to leave.
Feng Qing caressed the man's face. "Little Jiu Jiu, the movie is over. Wake up quickly?"
The man's sleeping posture was elegant, and his face was handsome. There was no coldness on his calm face when he was awake, nor was there the high and mighty Ninth Master in the Capital. He looked harmless.
Feng Qing's eyes rolled. Ever since her eyes recovered, she often looked at the man secretly like this because she liked to look at him. She looked at him every day but she couldn't get enough of him. She wished she could look at him all the time.
