Chapter 34: Come, Cuddling Pairs Perfectly with Watching Movies

"Come, let’s appreciate these together." Warmth brimming, Wen Wan eagerly pulled Chen Luo into her study.

Though called a study, it resembled a miniature cinema: screen, projector, sound control console—everything was in place. The screen itself was particularly striking, identical to those in theaters, a full four meters tall.

"Using this setup just to view study materials?"

Hearing the skepticism in Chen Luo’s voice, Wen Wan looked at him with utmost seriousness. "Precisely. Only a screen this size lets you see every detail and learn all the techniques. Otherwise, how will I make sure you soar comfortably one day?"

Chen Luo felt utterly flabbergasted by her words, but he couldn’t argue—after all, Wen Wan was diligently "studying" for him! He glanced again at Wen Wan’s attire: a cool, aloof office lady, speaking with such earnestness—how striking the contrast!

"No objections, right? Come, pick one for us to study together." Wen Wan fetched a stack of discs from the cabinet and placed them on the table. Chen Luo’s eyes dazzled; the classic works by all the renowned "teachers" were there, some he’d only heard of but never seen.

Leafing through them, he noticed they weren’t just specialized study materials—there were also healing films, likely mixed in by Mo Lan when purchasing, hoping Wen Wan might find some solace and sleep better.

Come to think of it, as a couple, they’d never watched a movie together.

"Here, have some tea to warm up—then let’s appreciate together." Wen Wan brought over two cups.

"No rush—sit down first." Chen Luo gestured for Wen Wan to sit.

Wen Wan shifted, naturally reclining with her head resting on Chen Luo’s lap. The office lady outfit accentuated her figure in full, her presence radiating a languid beauty that made one’s heart itch to draw closer.

"What’s wrong? Not interested in previewing? Want to head straight into the exam and test your skills?"

Wen Wan wrapped her arms around Chen Luo’s neck, smiling mischievously. "Whenever you wish, I’m ready."

This alluring temptress!

Chen Luo cursed silently, but didn’t dare speak; who knew what Wen Wan might do next. If she donned leather and whipped him, what would he do? Would that count as a punishment—or a reward?

Good heavens! What am I thinking? Only now do I realize I have so many hidden preferences! No, no, let my wife rest well first; there will be plenty of time for such amusements later. Yes, we must try it—Wen Wan has the perfect qualities for it!

"In a few days, we’ll revisit those specialty lessons. But tonight, I just want to watch a movie with you."

"Isn’t that a movie too? Just without the clothes."

"Watch less of those," Chen Luo laughed, covering his face. "I mean a proper film."

"We’re in love, yet we’ve never watched a movie together. Don’t you feel something’s missing?"

"Yes, you’re right," Wen Wan nodded as she sat on the sofa.

"I picked a romance film—let’s watch it together."

Chen Luo rose, loaded the disc into the machine, then waved Wen Wan over to the sofa.

"Come, cuddling makes movie-watching even better."

Smiling, Wen Wan slipped off her heels and nestled into Chen Luo’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and together, they quietly watched the romance unfold.

It was Wen Wan’s first time watching a movie with someone; she found it novel and became deeply absorbed, gently leaning against Chen Luo, whispering about the plot and scenes.

At the seventy-minute mark, as the protagonists kissed, Wen Wan turned to Chen Luo, brushed his lips with a butterfly-light kiss, then buried her face in his chest.

"From now on, you must watch a movie with me every week, understand?"

"Of course, and each time comes with a complimentary gift—a sweet kiss."

Chen Luo kissed her forehead and held her even tighter.

When the film ended, Chen Luo looked down; Wen Wan was already asleep in his arms.

Indeed, Wen Wan was too exhausted. Though she tried to conceal it, the daily pressures and her illness left her little time for rest.

He took out his phone and sent Mo Lan a message: Wen Wan was asleep, please bring a blanket.

Mo Lan carefully opened the door, found Wen Wan sleeping peacefully in Chen Luo’s arms, and tiptoed in with a blanket, gesturing silently to Chen Luo—Well done!

Mo Lan handed the blanket to Chen Luo, not daring to linger in the "paradise room," and quickly slipped out.

What sort of expression was that? It felt like an anxious mother eager to marry off her daughter!

Chen Luo placed the blanket on the sofa, then slowly reclined, lying down with Wen Wan in his arms, gently pulling the blanket over her, making sure she was fully covered.

He softly smoothed Wen Wan’s hair and patted her back.

"Sleep, sleep—I’m here."

"Mmm!" In her sleep, Wen Wan instinctively snuggled closer, her head resting on Chen Luo’s arm, her right hand sliding down to his hip, gently squeezing.

"You little minx, even in sleep you’re mischievous."

Chen Luo chuckled, leaving her hand where it was, and took out his phone. The milk tea shop plans weren’t settled yet; since he couldn’t sleep, he might as well think about it.

Opening QQ, he found four unread messages—all from Liu Hua.

[Brother Luo! You’re so lovesick you’ve forgotten your promise!]
[You said you’d help with the milk tea shop location—can you pay some attention!]
[I’ve found several storefronts. I’m free tomorrow morning, let’s go check them out!]
[If you don’t come tomorrow, we’re done!]

Clearly, Liu Hua was serious, infuriated by Chen Luo’s laid-back approach.

[Alright, tomorrow at ten, see you at the school gate.]

...

"Wen Shao? Yes, yes, this is Liu Feng. What instructions do you have?"

Liu Feng, enjoying himself at a bar with Tang Xiwei, felt his phone vibrate. Without a second thought, he left Tang Xiwei behind, hurried out to a quiet corner, and answered the call.

"Liu Feng, I need your help with something."

"Within a week, bring a student named Chen Luo from Hangzhou University to me. I have business with him."