Qin Huai's lips curled in disdain, he sneered, and didn't pay any attention to the couple. He casually took out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth.
Qin Huai, usually serious, now had a bit of roguish charm.
Qin Huai took out a lighter, flicked it... the flame lit up, and the cigarette was ignited.
Qin Huai turned off the lighter, tucked it back into his pocket, and took a couple of slow drags on the cigarette, then glanced at the couple eagerly watching him.
With a slight smile, Qin Huai's lips curled again. The glow from the cigarette accentuated his smile, giving him an inexplicable aura of wild wickedness.
Qin Huai flicked his fingers, sending the cigarette flying, and it landed perfectly on the gas cylinder behind them.
As the couple stood stunned, Qin Huai turned around, got in his car, revved the engine, and drove off.
Just as his car started moving, the couple behind him let out a sharp scream.
