Yun Jian met him for the first time on a dark blue night.
The newlyweds stood at the corner of the spiral staircase, holding thin cigarettes in their mouths and smoking them casually.
Yun Jiantong will be disgusted with anything that his enemies like: "Put out the cigarette, I don't like it."
The other party didn't give him any face, and walked down the stairs with a cigarette in his hand, with contempt in his eyes: "You don't like it, or you don't know how to do it?"
Yun Jian was about to curse.
Suddenly, Li Qi took a puff of cigarette, leaned over and blew it towards Yun Jian's lips.
It was the smell of mint smoke.
