Leng Youchen kept smoking and quickly finished a cigarette. He picked up the pack, ready to light another one, but Wei Anning took it away, frowning, "Don't smoke so much, it's bad for your health."
The man stared at her with deep phoenix eyes, "Not smoking makes me upset."
A hint of slyness flashed through Wei Anning's bright eyes. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then said playfully, "Are you still upset now?"
The man's eyes looked like they were ignited with fire, so bright that it startled her. He crossed his arms and his gaze fell on her rosy lips, "Yeah, still upset."
Wei Anning kissed him again, "Still upset?"
"Yes." He was upset all night; a mere peck from her couldn't appease him. What he wanted was obviously more.
