"Let me try."
Pei Danqing leaned in and took a puff from Xu Lin's cigar.
"Cough, cough..."
Immediately, she started coughing.
"Smoking's not for you,"
Xu Lin said, "And you're drunk. Look, we count as having an indirect kiss."
Of course, I don't mind.
Xu Lin was calm and collected; he wasn't the type to blush when talking to a girl. An indirect kiss with a beautiful woman was no big deal.
Isn't there no direct contact? What kind of idiot would get so excited at night they can't sleep?
Pei Danqing: "Do you usually smoke?"
"Obviously, I'm doing it to show off. See, a cigar in hand, and I'm a handsome guy, smoking in front of a beautiful woman—how am I not showing off? Just look around the bar, how many men are secretly watching you?"
"Women are secretly watching you too. We're the same."
