Mu Anan caught the flash of stiffness on Huo Xian's face.
She didn't rush him and sat quietly on the steps, waiting for Huo Xian to explain.
Huo Xian kept silent for a long time. Suddenly, he lowered his head and chuckled.
When he got up, he jumped onto the steps and sat on a seat one step higher than Mu Anan. His long legs stepped on the steps next to Mu Anan.
"Do you mind smoking?" He suddenly asked.
"If you give me one, I won't refuse."
Mu Anan shrugged. She raised her hand to comb her hair and tied it into a ponytail.
Huo Xian sat behind her.
Usually, Mu Anan kept her hair cloaked. So her face could not be seen very clearly, except for the many black moles on her face.
Now that Mu Anan had tied her hair up, her ears and neck were exposed.
Her small ears were cute, her neck was slender, and her skin was cold and fair.
This was the standard of beauty.
"Curly Hair."
