Ye Beisheng's expression froze.
Although she had something to ask of him, she didn't say it.
"What are you talking about?" Ye Beisheng smiled. "I'm just concerned about you."
Huo Xiting snorted. If he was not wrong, it was because she had temporarily regained her sense of taste, so she deliberately tried to please him so that he could kiss her.
The man leaned back comfortably on the sofa, his limbs stretched out, and the cigarette was between his fingers. He said slowly, "Sure."
Ye Beisheng was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. He was asking her to light his cigarette.
She took the lighter closer and found a problem.
Huo Xiting leaned on the sofa with his legs stretched out and the cigarette in his mouth. This Huo Xiting gave people a very different feeling.
Ye Beisheng's heart began to beat violently. In this position, if she wanted to light a cigarette, she would have to lean against his chest.
