His hand lifted, and she keenly felt that it was very likely another slap coming her way, so she immediately said, "Brother, what are you doing!"
The expected slap didn't fall.
When she looked up, Wen Yangzhi wasn't even looking at her, he had just lit another cigarette, the smoke curling and hazing his handsome face.
Compared to his early twenties, the youthful air had diminished, his skin had grown thinner, highlighting the originally sculpted bones, his nose bridge rising sharply, and the lines of his jaw more defined and clean. When he held the cigarette in his mouth, it was inexplicably sexy and profound, the pure white cigarette holder buried between his lips exuded an indescribable desire, making her want to pull it out and touch him herself.
She clutched at his dress pants, her voice growing weak: "Brother, I can't stand it anymore."
