Seeing Muwan come down, Gu Jiangnian glanced sideways at the person standing at the door, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he squinted as he tapped the cigarette ash in the ashtray with his hand.
Muwan approached with a light smile, walking up close, standing behind Gu Jiangnian and wrapping her arms around his waist, glancing sideways, her words carrying a touch of playfulness, "Are you making me a midnight snack?"
As she said this, Muwan reached out to take the cigarette from his lips, but Gu Jiangnian beat her to it, plucking the cigarette from his lips. As he puffed out smoke, he tossed out a word, "Tired."
At four twenty-five in the morning, Mister Gu was drowsily tired.
How could he not be, when Mrs. Gu kicked him awake to make food?
Being tired was only natural.
This cigarette was meant to keep him alert.
