Her fox-like eyes slightly lifted at the corners, alluring and captivating.
Chen Jiayan wasn't the least bit flustered by her blunt observation.
Instead, he nodded openly, "I did watch."
He had never seen a woman smoke as beautifully as she did.
Xie Baola let out a rasp, half-smiling, "Have you never seen a girl smoke before?"
Chen Jiayan paused for a moment, "I have."
His words were nonchalant and casual.
Xie Baola propped her forehead with her hand, looking at him in a casual yet openly assessing manner, the glint in her eyes shrewd. Her other hand, holding a cigarette, made her the spitting image of a bad girl, but on her, it was a uniquely fitting quality.
She was no longer a young girl, either.
"Look at us, you smoke, and I smoke; we really do match each other."
Chen Jiayan: "..."
Xie Baola exhaled a ring of smoke and extinguished the remaining stub in the ashtray.
