Ling Chuxia waited for a while, but Shi Che remained silent. Her hands clenched slightly, and a thin layer of sweat formed in her palms. As the wait continued, she worried that Shi Che might really refuse. It might be better not to even give him a chance to refuse, just as before.
Ling Chuxia's hand quietly reached into her pocket and grasped the movie ticket. She clenched it tightly, then took a deep breath and pulled it out.
She wanted to slap it onto Shi Che's desk with authority, just like she used to do, but after so many years, she no longer possessed her previous wilfulness and dominance. Hence, her action lacked force.
Perhaps she was too nervous; she only meant to slap it onto the desk, but her hand trembled and the ticket flew straight at Shi Che, lightly hitting his head.
Ling Chuxia hadn't expected this to happen, and her eyes widened in shock. She was stunned.
