An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 51 "It's me who wants to hold your hand"

The auditorium was pitch black, but the projector beam pierced through the quiet space, and a love story unfolded on the screen.

Amidst the shimmering, colorful images, a soft light caresses the face, with warm yellow and silvery white intertwining to outline a blurred silhouette for each immersive viewer.

The wooden chair beneath me creaked softly as I moved, blending seamlessly with the buzzing of the projector and the dialogue and background music from the film.

Meng Youyou reached out to grab the popcorn from the person next to her, one, two, three... her fingertips accidentally brushed against the edge of his palm.

Meng Youyou glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but the man didn't react at all; he was just staring intently at the direction of the curtain.

She suddenly missed that beautiful red color and wanted to see it again.

She reached out her left hand again, trying to grab the popcorn, but frustratingly found nothing. She adjusted her hand and tried again, but still couldn't get it. ... This went on for several times, and the man's hand was almost completely rubbed by her, but he remained unmoved.

Meng Youyou was a little discouraged. It was so dark in the movie theater that you couldn't see any other colors at all!
Just as she was losing patience and about to pull her hand back, her fingertips had barely left the packaging when she felt a warm, broad hand slightly turn and precisely grasp her hand. The warmth of the palm traveled smoothly through her skin and straight to her heart, carrying with it a powerful force.

Meng Youyou's head buzzed, her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened, and her neck mechanically turned to look straight at the man sitting next to her.

He didn't turn his head; he kept staring ahead.

This time, she didn't need to look at the color of his ears to know what he was thinking, because the man's slightly damp palms had already given everything away.

Meng Youyou leaned closer to the man, "My hands are all oily."

"Ah."

He kept staring intently ahead.

"How am I supposed to eat popcorn like this?"

His voice was tinged with undisguised glee.

Meng Youyou felt the man's grip on her hand tighten slightly, and the next second he held out the popcorn to her with his free hand, saying, "Eat up."

Speak softly.

Meng Youyou ate quietly for a while, then leaned over again and asked, "Doesn't your arm get sore from holding it up like that?"

"We have regular gun training, and it's fine for up to an hour."

Meng Youyou nodded knowingly, then asked, "And what about an hour later?"

"The popcorn is very light, I can hold it until the movie ends, don't worry."

...When the movie ended, the small lights in the aisle of the auditorium came on, illuminating the dim light.

Huo Qingshan withdrew his hand.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou was a little unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

After leaving the movie theater, she kept her head down and walked forward, completely ignoring the man who was still packing popcorn for her at the vending machine.

Huo Qingshan, being tall and long-legged, quickly caught up and grabbed Meng Youyou's arm. Although the movement was swift, the force was not great.

Meng Youyou tried to pull her hands away, saying, "Let go of me, don't touch me."

The man wouldn't let go. "Are you angry?"

It was a gentle inquiry.

But what good is gentleness? Meng Youyou isn't buying it. "You think you can just hold my hand and let go whenever you want? Who do you think you are?"

Huo Qingshan moved his hand that was holding her arm down and then took her hand again. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

The tone was sincere.

“If passersby see you here, they’ll gossip. I’m not afraid of that, I just don’t want them talking about you.”

The man took another step closer and patiently explained.

Meng Youyou raised her head, looked him straight in the eye, and said firmly, "I'm not afraid either."

Huo Qingshan looked at her, and after a few seconds said seriously, "Okay, then let's hold hands."

Meng Youyou awkwardly turned her head away, pretending to pull her hand back again, "Who wants to hold hands? I don't want to hold hands."

Huo Qingshan gripped his hand tighter. "It was I who wanted to hold your hand."

It's the last day of the competition, and the data seems a bit risky. I still hope everyone will continue to support us.

Secondly, let me say something unrelated to the main topic.

I've recently received a variety of book reviews, and I sincerely thank all the friends who have supported this book.

However, if some readers really don't like a certain character in a book, they don't have to read it. Reading and writing books are about having the same interests and goals. There's no need to get so angry after reading a book and end up saying things you don't mean. Just read the books you like.

My train of thought was indeed affected. Today's chapter is short, but I will make up for it in the chapter I post tomorrow during the day. I apologize to all the friends who have been following and supporting this book.