My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

"My cousin, she..." Su Ming's face flushed red, and he felt a wave of embarrassment. He didn't know how to answer the question. If he said his cousin's wife worked in a factory, Yang Tian definitely wouldn't believe him. If he said she worked at a club, would Yang Tian look down on him or even look at him differently?

Just as he was feeling a bit awkward, Yang Tian smiled sweetly, "I was just asking casually, you don't have to answer."

"Mainly, I haven't been here long, so I really don't know where my cousin works..." Su Ming scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Never mind, I know you have powerful backers anyway." Yang Tian leaned against Su Ming's back with a sweet smile.

Su Ming rode the motorcycle, with Yang Tian sitting on the back, her arms wrapped around his waist. Neither of them spoke, but the silence wasn't awkward; rather, it conveyed an unspoken understanding.

After walking for a while, Yang Tian suddenly whispered in his ear, "There's a milk tea shop up ahead, I want to drink milk tea."

Su Ming nodded and parked the car on the side of the road.

The bubble tea shop wasn't big, but it was decorated cozyly, with warm yellow lights shining through the glass windows. The two ordered two cups of pearl milk tea and stood by the roadside, slowly sipping them.

"Is it good?" Yang Tian tilted her head to look at him.

Su Ming took a big sip and nodded: "It's delicious. It's just a little sweet."

Yang Tian smiled: "Girls just like sweet things."

Her smile is so sweet, sweeter than milk tea.

After finishing their milk tea, the two went to stroll through the night market. Stalls lined the streets, selling clothes, snacks, and accessories—a dazzling array of goods. Yang Tian, ​​holding Su Ming's hand, looked at this and touched that, like a happy little bird.

"Do you think these look good?" She picked up a pair of earrings and held them up to her ears.

Su Ming looked at it carefully and nodded: "It looks good."

After saying that, he immediately paid Yang Tian for only one yuan. That's right, just one yuan. In those days, a gift costing one yuan could make a girl's heart flutter.

Yang Tian smiled, then put him down and pulled him to eat barbecue.

Grilled lamb skewers, chicken wings, and chives—the two sat on small stools by the roadside, eating with gusto. Yang Tian ate happily, her eyes crinkling into crescents. Su Ming looked at her, his heart sweeter than honey.

Unbeknownst to many, fewer and fewer people were on the street, and shops began to close one after another.

Su Ming checked his phone; it was almost midnight.

He looked at Yang Tian and said softly, "It's getting late, shouldn't we find a place to rest?"

He was thinking that Yang Tian would probably take him back to her brother's place. Could they use tonight to confirm their relationship?

To everyone's surprise, Yang Tian blinked and said, "How about we go watch the all-night projection together?"

Su Ming was taken aback.

Projector all night?

He remembered the projection rooms in the industrial area, where you could watch a movie all night for ten yuan, and there were also those small private booths with two seats. He had seen them before when passing by, but had never gone in.

Once the door to the private room is closed, does that mean they can do whatever they want inside? He suddenly realized something.

This idea seems pretty good.

The projection room was dark, and the two sat together watching the movie. As they watched, who knows, maybe they could take it a step further and do something else…

He nodded, pretending to be nonchalant: "Okay."

Yang Tian smiled, took his hand, and walked towards the projection room on the street corner.

The projection room has a small storefront with an old sign hanging at the entrance that reads "Starlight Projection" and next to it, in smaller print: Open all night, 10 yuan per person, 15 yuan for a private room.

I lifted the curtain and went inside. A high-octane gunfight movie was playing. The room was crowded with people, dimly lit, and filled with an indescribable smell—a mixture of smoke, sweat, and a hint of dampness and mildew. On either side of the corridor were small private rooms, separated by wooden planks, with cloth curtains hanging on the doors.

The shop owner was a bald man in his forties, smoking a cigarette, sitting lazily behind the counter. When he saw the two enter, his eyes lit up, he looked them up and down, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Two people? Would you prefer a private room or the main hall?"

Yang Tian blushed slightly and whispered, "A private room."

The owner smiled and took a disc out of the drawer: "Fifteen yuan per person, thirty yuan for two. A pack of tissues is included."

tissue?

Su Ming was taken aback, not understanding why he was being given tissues.

Yang Tian had already taken out thirty yuan and handed it over, then tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

The owner took the money and handed them a ticket: "Find your own seats; the row on the side is all private rooms."

The two walked down the corridor. The corridor was narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass at a time. Faint sounds of conversation and movies could be heard from the private rooms on both sides, along with other occasional noises.

Su Ming found his private room, lifted the curtain, and slipped inside. It wasn't large; it was basically just a rather deep two-seater sofa. There was a wooden door in front that could be closed, barely enough to cover his body. Sitting inside, his head was just above the partition, allowing him to clearly see the large screen in front of him.

In other words, what you're doing in the private room is invisible to the people in the next room, but everyone in the main hall can see your head as soon as they turn around. Of course, if you hunch down or lie down, no one will know what the people inside are doing.

Su Ming glanced around and saw that there were already quite a few people sitting in those private rooms, mostly men and women. Some were watching the movie together, while others were whispering to each other.

There are also couples who hug and kiss, but they will deliberately shrink their bodies down.

Su Ming put his arm around Yang Tian's slender waist, and the two leaned against each other, leisurely watching the movie.

At first, things were normal; the gunfight on screen was intense, with Chow Yun-fat wreaking havoc. Su Ming had his arm around Yang Tian's waist, feeling the softness and warmth of her body. She leaned on his shoulder, her long hair exuding a faint fragrance, her breath gently brushing against his neck, tickling him.

After a while, Su Ming's hands began to wander. He gently caressed her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through her thin T-shirt.

Yang Tian did not resist, but her body tensed up slightly.

The movie is still playing, and Chow Yun-fat is still fighting.

Su Ming's hand slowly moved upwards, to her back, then to her shoulder. He gently turned her around and looked into her eyes.

In the dim light, those eyes shone brightly, carrying a hint of shyness, a touch of nervousness, and a dash of anticipation.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was different from the previous ones. It was deeper, more forceful, and filled with a long-suppressed desire.

Yang Tian closed her eyes and responded to him.

It's unclear how much time passed before the two finally parted ways.

Yang Tian leaned against him, her face as red as a ripe apple, and whispered, "Bad man..."

Su Ming smiled and hugged her even tighter.

The movie continued, but neither of them was really interested in watching it. They snuggled together, chatting idly, occasionally kissing or stroking each other's hair, completely absorbed in their sweetness.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed.

Suddenly the screen changed; the action movie was over, and the next one was starting.

But the art style in this one is clearly different.

In a room filled with suggestive music and dim lighting, a man and a woman first embraced, then the man slowly helped the woman remove her skirt, revealing her pale body...

"Holy crap, why did you put this here..." Su Ming swallowed hard and instinctively pulled Yang Tian into his arms.