Mr. Yu lowered his gaze to her feet, his eyes slowly moving upwards to her pale, straight calves.
Nothing was visible above, that hidden place sparking even more vivid imaginations.
He couldn't resist leaning over, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, and smiled as he asked, "…Is it okay?"
Miss Tang nodded.
Mr. Yu took out a cigarette from the pack on her coffee table, pulled out his lighter, and lit it before taking a deep inhalation.
The two sat facing each other in the living room, not speaking, quietly smoking half a cigarette before both felt somewhat more energized.
Mr. Yu asked her, "Miss Tang, what is it you wanted to tell me? I've been here for ten minutes."
He pointed at his watch, "It's already midnight, my wife is still waiting for me to come home."
Miss Tang gracefully stood up and walked towards Mr. Yu.
