They exchanged a look.
Lu Mian said in a low voice, "Thank you."
There was a hint of frustration in her voice.
Xiao Qimo gave her a quick once-over, saw the annoyed look, and her hands were in her pockets. He smiled slightly and handed her an unopened pack of cigarette and lighter.
"Looking for these?"
Xiao Qimo's observation skills were really impressive.
"I haven't smoked in a long time. I carried them just in case," he explained ineffably.
Lu Mian was startled. She regained her wits and took the lighter but not the packet of cigarette. "I promised someone not to smoke."
Xiao Qimo watched her lean lazily against the wall before he had the chance to recover from her words. Her white, slender fingers rubbed against the wheel of the lighter producing a small cluster of flame.
She was smelling the lighter gas.
From time to time, she even flicked the flame with her fingertips with a cynical diffidence and detachment.
