"I have a lot of bad social habits and a bad temper." Qi Jie took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth, ignoring the gaze of the girl in front of him.
Xingze smiled, took the cigarette out of his mouth, held it in his own mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
"I didn't want to learn it well either." Xingze pretended to take a puff of cigarette. The strong smell of tobacco made her burst into tears, but she still pretended to be calm and slowly puffed out the cigarette and raised her eyebrows.
"Is there anything else you want to teach me?" The little girl raised her face, with a hint of provocation on her delicate face.
Qi Jie chuckled softly, took the cigarette from the girl's hand, and broke the soft stem into two halves. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes, lowered his head and kissed her.
Concept: Youthful rebellion wrapped in tender time