"If you don't believe it, forget it."
Chen Feng said as he walked towards the nearby supermarket.
"Then show me a demonstration."
Yuan Xin followed beside Chen Feng.
Chen Feng entered the supermarket, bought a very ordinary pack of cigarettes, and a lighter for one yuan.
"You smoke too?"
"Occasionally I'll enjoy one." Chen Feng said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, puffing smoke rings.
Yuan Xin tilted her head, about to say that smoking isn't good, when she suddenly realized that this man looked amazingly cool when smoking. That unique temperament was extremely rare, a bit melancholic, a bit profound. Such charisma couldn't be faked by the young, and it was very alluring.
"Wait for me."
Yuan Xin took out her phone.
"What for?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.
Click.
Yuan Xin took several photos in succession.
"Delete those right now."
Chen Feng frowned.
"Humph, I won't delete them."
Yuan Xin put away her phone.
