All the light in the projection room came from the large silver screen at the front; amidst the alternating light and shadow, Yuyu saw Chu You's figure closing in on her, as well as his dark and bright eyes.
The atmosphere, rendered somewhat sultry by the ambiguous background music, made Yuyu's heart rate surge dramatically as she stared at the man who had suddenly drawn closer to her, her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
"Chu You," Yuyu called out softly, her voice trembling slightly out of control.
Chu You didn't speak, the hand that had been resting on her shoulder had somehow quietly climbed up to the back of her neck, gently exerting force, drawing her head closer to his.
The light was hazy and dim, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling as if kissing each other's lips.
Yuyu had a premonition of what would happen next, but didn't have the slightest desire to resist; her earlobes burned as she quietly pinched the corner of her clothes.