Zhang Ziwen, pulled back to reality, watches as the exceptionally beautiful He Li causes his heart to lightly flutter. Mouth agape, he is momentarily unsure of how to respond to her question.
"Aren't you going to answer? You're so lost in thought; you're about to drop your ash onto the floor," He Li teases in a coquettish tone, her blush lingering on her cheeks as she notices the lecherous look in Zhang Ziwen's eyes.
Zhang Ziwen quickly averts his gaze, stammering out, "I...I wasn't thinking about anything. I'm just tired from dancing, wanted to take a break." Finishing his sentence, he extinguishes his cigarette which had been burnt to the end in the ashtray.
"Heh, lying with your eyes wide open," He Li leans in close to him with a teasing glint in her eyes, "...You're thinking about women again, aren't you? With all those women at home, you must be deciding who to sleep with tonight."
