After lingering in the bathroom for half an hour, Lin Yixun finally changed clothes and came out.
At the moment she saw Leng Yixiu, her steps slightly paused. She didn't know when Leng Yixiu had entered, but she had no time to think about it.
The man stood with his back facing her, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco, and the ashtray by his side was already piled with cigarette butts. Clearly, he had been here for a while.
When did he learn to smoke?
In Lin Yixun's memory, Leng Yixiu was exceptionally self-controlled. He didn't smoke, and he rarely drank alcohol. Only during social gatherings would he occasionally drink a little.
The man seemed to sense her presence. He then extinguished the cigarette in his hand and turned around to look at her. His sharp gaze scrutinized her from head to toe, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Are you planning to sleep with me dressed like this?"
