When Mu Yiliang finished her shower and walked out, she saw Yan Sijue sitting on the sofa, his fingers holding a cigarette. The smoke curling around him made his expression increasingly hard to discern.
Watching him bring the cigarette to his lips and take a gentle puff, Mu Yiliang suddenly felt an unusual sensation.
He didn't use to have a smoking habit.
Mu Yiliang walked over quietly and sat down opposite him.
The man glanced at her, then instinctively extinguished the half-smoked cigarette and tossed it into the ashtray.
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt happy: "Actually, occasionally inhaling a bit of secondhand smoke isn't a big deal."
He gave her a restrained look, but said nothing.
Mu Yiliang thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to his side, gently wrapping her arms around his waist: "Si Jue, what are you really thinking? Tell me, won't you?"
He raised an eyebrow and said casually, "I'm wondering why your skin is so thick."
