The cigarette in his hand was gently taken away by slender fingers, and rolled in the ashtray. Only a few remaining sparks were left, which gradually burned out. His tall figure stood at the window, his voice was tired and doting, "Ivvon, smoking is not good for girls."
Wei Xiao moved her lips, but finally said nothing. She hesitated for a moment, then got up from the ground, slowly approached the figure, and stretched out her arms to wrap around the man's waist. There seemed to be a chuckle in the air, and it seemed to be there or not. The man turned around and held Wei Xiao's head in his arms. The shoulders were broad and the embrace was warm. Wei Xiao unconsciously dug into the embrace and covered it with his thin lips. There was a faint smell of tobacco on his lips. Wei Xiao couldn't struggle. He muttered in the gap, "I don't smoke too." The pain on his lips Mindfully reminding her of her inattentiveness, she closed her eyes and allowed this person to snatch away at her lips. She opened her lips slightly and was captured. There was a fishy taste on the tip of her tongue, which disturbed Wei Xiao's lips and teeth, and also disturbed the ambiguous atmosphere in the air.