Ren Li took the cigarette case and, like before, shook out a single cigarette.
Wu Bin couldn't help but feel an itch in his throat, as if his craving for a smoke was acting up. He reached out to take the cigarette, but Ren Ying snatched it into her own hands instead. Then she pulled out a lighter, sparked it, and lit the cigarette. She held it between her fingers, squinting her eyes and took a gentle drag.
There's a special charm to a woman who smokes.
Especially a woman like Ren Li, with half a life's worth of stories, dressed in wealth, wanting for nothing—what she desires, she has. Yet, ironically, there are things that trouble her.
There she sat, puffing away, thanks to Gu Qing's connections; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to bring cigarettes in at all.
