"Do you really not smoke anymore?"
"No, I've quit, and besides, your cigarettes are too thin and weak."
As the night deepened, a flicker of firelight lit up the dimly lit living room.
Wang Chuting's gaze was hazy as she sat on the carpet in the living room, her red lips clenching a cigarette. The smoke slowly exhaled from her mouth, creating a kind of dreamy beauty.
Her smoking posture was beautiful and elegant.
Lu Liang wasn't put off by it. He leaned against the sofa, idly swiping on his phone. He suddenly tapped on Li Manli's chat window, which continually showed "typing."
But after a while, no message came through.
Lu Liang couldn't help but smile, imagining Li Manli holding her phone, her face full of indecision.
Because he had told her in the evening that he would probably return to Modu around midnight, she should have been waiting at home.
