Gu Yan walked over and saw the cigarette butts scattered on the ground by the bed. He roughly counted them and found that there were at least two or three packs of cigarettes. His gaze immediately darkened.
He strode to the bed and reached out to snatch the cigarette that had just been lit in Fu Tingyu's hand. He threw it on the ground and said angrily, "You smoked all night? Do you want to die?"
Fu Tingyu's hand was in the same position as if he was still holding the cigarette. After a few seconds, he slowly put his hand down and turned his head to look at Gu Yan. His dark pupils were as deep as an endless abyss. He seemed calm and unruffled but the struggle in the depth of his eyes never stopped.
He slowly said, "I can't sleep."
As soon as he spoke, he realized that his voice was even more hoarse than last night.
