"Do you know who I am?"
Zhichu's eyes were still staring at Tian Cheng, and after thinking for a few seconds, she answered softly. "Male... Model..."
This answer made Tian Cheng look at the person in front of him up and down again. He turned his head, put the cigarette into his mouth and took a puff, then stubbed out most of the remaining pieces in the ashtray. He leaned forward, held up Zhichu's chin with his hand, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth.
"Who are you going to marry?"
"Tian Cheng." Smelling the smoke, Zhichu coughed lightly.
"You don't even know anyone, so what are you trying to do with him?"
This question made Zhichu's cheeks seem to turn a little red, "He's fine."
"..." Tian Cheng approached Zhichu, "Do you like him?"
Zhichu's face turned redder, she smiled, and nodded slightly, "I like it."
Tian Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned closer, and examined them again. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhichu's lips, and he gently rubbed them with his fingertips.
This touch made her uncomfortable, so she subconsciously broke away from the man's hand and curled up.
"I can't see my fiancé, and I can't bear the loneliness. Come here and get some male models."
"No..."
"Do you want Tian Cheng to return to China and stay with you?"
Zhichu looked at the man blankly again, her face turned red this time...
"Think..."
"Grass," Tian Cheng lowered his head slightly, glanced away, then turned back and looked at her again.
This time the person didn't smile but seemed to be smiling.
"Miss me so much."
Zhichu was confused and couldn't turn around.
He raised his eyebrows and lay back on the back of the sofa, looking at the person in front of his legs with a lazy posture.
After a long time, he picked up the lighter again, lit a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke. The eyes staring at Zhichu's lips narrowed slightly.
