The door was open, and he leaned against the wall, waiting for a while to make sure she didn't have anything else to do before saying, "Get some rest early." He paused for a few seconds, "Stay up late less often."
Rae responded, "Oh."
She moved her feet sluggishly.
Wyatt closed the door.
When there was still a small gap in the door, Rae turned her head, "Did you just smoke?" She could smell it.
"Hmm."
Rae still felt that Wyatt seemed very obedient each time he answered her.
Of course, most of the time, Wyatt was not obedient.
Rae said with a serious expression, "Smoking is harmful to health."
The nineteen-year-old Wyatt did not smoke.
The eighteen-year-old Rae also did not smoke.
It was said that smoking could relieve worries, and later they both touched this health-hazardous thing.
"You really manage a lot," Wyatt closed the door.
Rae touched her nose; he was really naughty.
