The petite body was enveloped by his broad suit jacket, as she sat in his arms, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
Just like the little demon from the myths that bewildered the world.
Yu Chiyin's eyes darkened, but before he could speak,
Lu Fengxuan leaned in and caught a whiff of his scent, frowning as she said, "Brother Ayin, have you been smoking?"
A faint tobacco smell lingered on the collar of his shirt, not strong, only noticeable when so close.
Seeing her eyes suddenly turn fierce, Yu Chiyin inexplicably felt guilty: "…Um, I was a bit upset."
"Excuses! You had clearly promised me you wouldn't smoke again, you scumbag, your word means nothing," Lu Fengxuan accused, yet her tone shifted, "Is smoking really that satisfying?"
Yu Chiyin looked puzzled, and the next second, Lu Fengxuan grabbed the collar of his shirt and leaned in to kiss him.
"Open your mouth." She bit his lip as a form of punishment and ordered him somewhat fiercely to open his mouth.
