“Do you know who I am?”
Zhichu kept staring blankly at Tian Cheng. After a few seconds of thought, she answered softly, “A male… model…”
That answer made Tian Cheng look the person in front of him up and down again. He turned his head, put the cigarette to his lips and took a drag, then stubbed out the still-long cigarette in the ashtray. Leaning forward, he lifted Zhichu’s chin and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“Who are you supposed to marry?”
“Tian Cheng.” Smelling the smoke, Zhichu coughed a few times.
“You don’t even know him. What do you see in him?”
Zhichu’s cheeks seemed to grow a little red. “He’s nice.”
“…” Tian Cheng leaned closer to her. “Do you like him?”
Zhichu blushed even more and smiled as she gave a small nod. “I do.”
Tian Cheng narrowed his eyes and moved closer, scrutinizing her again. Finally, his gaze settled on Zhichu’s lips, and his fingertip gently brushed them.
The touch made her uncomfortable. She instinctively pulled away from his hand and curled up.
“Can’t bear to be alone because you can’t see your fiancé, so you come here to hire a male model?”
“No…”
“Do you want Tian Cheng to come back to the country and keep you company?”
Zhichu stared blankly at the man again. This time, her face turned bright red…
“I do…”
“Damn it.” Tian Cheng lowered his head slightly and glanced away, then looked back at her.
This time, he wasn’t smiling, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression.
“So you miss me that much.”
Zhichu looked confused, unable to follow what he meant.
He raised an eyebrow, leaned back against the sofa, and looked at her where she knelt before him, his posture languid.
After a long while, he picked up his lighter again, put a cigarette between his lips, and lit it. He took a deep drag and exhaled. His eyes, fixed on Zhichu’s lips, narrowed almost imperceptibly,
