Ye Xiaotao found the cigarette and the lighter. She walked back to Leng Hao, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him. "Honey."
Leng Hao did not take it. He played a tile.
Ye Xiaotao didn't know what to do. She thought he wanted to smoke? Why didn't he take the cigarette?
She got closer to him and placed the cigarette next to his mouth.
The man parted his thin lips and held the cigarette in his mouth.
Ye Xiaotao exclaimed silently, "Could it be that he wanted me to feed him the cigarette like this?"
She quickly dismissed the thought. Although the two of them were in love, Leng Hao had a cold personality and had never done such a lovey-dovey thing with her.
Ye Xiaotao's father and uncles were both present. Was this Leng Hao's way of publicly demonstrating his affection?
Ye Xiaotao had butterflies in her stomach. Her fingertips had accidentally brushed against his lips. His lips were cold and very soft. They felt quite nice.
