He never smoked. The reason for this was Song Yu, who could not stand the scent of cigarettes. She had told him once that she enjoyed his own clean scent. Since then, despite the masculine pull of the action, he had refrained. He recalled her telling him this, and, yet, he remembered how well she got along with Qi Chengzhi, who always had a cigarette in hand.
Resisting the urge to punch the door, Jian Yi battled the desire to take a few long pulls from a stick.
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Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and nervousness. Looking upwards, her eyes met Qi Chengzi's, who had carried her into a stall. She could not breathe, his arms tight around her. She could not believe that he would dare do something like this in public.
"How do you feel about Jian Yi getting married?" he breathed into her ear. His voice was a low rumble; lascivious.
