The faint smell of tobacco hit his face, and the gentle yet seductive voice seemed to pierce his heart, perfectly aligning with the voice in his dreams every day and night.
Shi Lingyan stared at the flowing luminescence of the pitch-black mask in front of him as his gaze once again fell upon her lips.
The bright red lipstick notably enlarged her lips.
Aside from wearing a mask, she even used makeup to conceal her facial features.
She wore a wide-brimmed jazz hat, and the long, straight black hair he had seen last time was now neatly tucked under the hat.
Shi Lingyan's eyes were intensely dark as he reached out and lifted her hat.
Her glossy, straight black hair cascaded down like an ink-colored waterfall, shining brightly.
Shi Mei suddenly chuckled, her laughter like a sprite playing in the dark night, ethereal and piercing to the soul, "Mr. Shi, do you like long hair?"
As she spoke, her head already slightly tilted and leaned in, "Do you like it this way?"
