I stared at Jiang Hu, who was bending down to pick up a red plum cigarette butt. After hearing my words, he slowly straightened up, and the dark red cigarette butt between his fingers suddenly appeared.
Then a trace of bright red oozed out.
"Do you remember..." When he raised his feet, the puddle of water suddenly reached his feet, "Why did you smoke red plums?"
It was such a nonsensical question that I was speechless. He didn't wait for my answer. Jiang Hu continued talking.
"Why am I smoking red plums again now?" You could hear his voice was choked up at this time.
The blood all over my body froze instantly. . .
Yes, I smoked red plums because. . .
Could it be that Jiang Hu smokes Hongmei for the same reason as me? Didn't he always smoke sweet-scented osmanthus? The seemingly simple question made me take a step back in an instant.
"You... What do you mean?... Don't scare me... You know I'm not afraid of fraud..."
I didn't dare to think about it because I felt that no matter what he said next, I didn't want to hear it. This feeling was very strong. . .
"When you think about it, it seems, yes, it's just what you thought. Ah Ji likes to smoke this brand the most. Isn't it?" Jiang Hu looked at me blankly and said.
