The kiss simmered down and Yan Qingsi released the man from her grip.
"That's to thank you for the light. You taste not bad…"
Yan Qingsi patted the man's cheek and smiled charmingly. Holding the lit cigarette between her fingers, she said wistfully, "A few years back, I might have spent the night with you for this cigarette."
Yan Qingsi steadied her feet and turned around to leave. A hand gripped her by the arm and spun her body around. She ended up being pinned against the women's bathroom door.
The alcohol flowing in her bloodstream and the sudden jarring movement made her head spin. Her legs felt like they would give out on her.
The man whom she kissed spoke, "Spend the night with me and I'll make you the female lead of 'The Scent of Her'."
His voice was a low rumble — an irresistible husky tone. It sounded as if there was something he was suppressing
Yan Qingsi blinked, "Off the record?"
"More or less."
