Musheng and Mu Lianmiao left the theater hand in hand, and by the time they were outside, it was already early morning.
The hot summer meant that the outside didn't feel as lonely as it would in winter, especially since big cities tend to be more lively. Walking back now, they didn't feel the streets were deserted.
The two of them waited in the underground parking lot for Mo Yao and the others to come out. Mu Lianmiao, who had slept through most of the movie, was squinting slightly with a somewhat noble and lazy air, and with an indulging scent, he asked Musheng, "Was the movie good?"
"It wasn't bad," she replied.
Wood God chuckled as he looked at him, "I don't believe you really fell asleep with the movie being so loud."
With the occasional blasts of the BGM, Musheng didn't believe the keenly sensitive Mu Lianmiao could really have slept through it. At most, he just wasn't that interested in watching.