Their eyes met.
Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
Like the other day, Mo Shiqian was dressed in semi-casual formal wear, his handsome features slightly blurred, which only made him more heart-stirringly attractive; the cigarette between his fingers had burned down by a third, roughly the time he'd been waiting outside.
Before Chi Huan could react, the man reached out to her, took the handle of her luggage, and, with his other hand, removed the cigarette from his lips and blew a smoke ring. "Let's go."
Then, without looking at her, he turned and walked towards the elevator.
She immediately followed him.
As they entered the elevator, Chi Huan swiftly snatched the cigarette from his hand and tossed it into the trash can next to the elevator.
Mo Shiqian watched her with inscrutable eyes, lowered.
Feeling somewhat perplexed, she coughed twice and explained, "The elevator is an enclosed space, and your smoking affects me greatly."
"Did you put it out just now?"
"Huh?"
