"Anyway, no matter where I sit, I can smell it."
Speaking, Tang Li turned her head to look at the cigarette between Song Baiyan's fingers: "Have I ever told you, I can smoke too."
Hearing this, Song Baiyan cast his gaze on her petite face, a hint of interest tinting his eyes, yet his tone stiffened a bit: "Picked it up on set, did you?"
"No, a long, long time ago."
As Tang Li replied, she reached for the cigarette case on the table, drew out a cigarette with practiced ease, her left hand pressed the lighter switch on the box, but then something crossed her mind, and she put the lighter back, turning her head: "Got a light?"
The motion of bringing the cigarette to Song Baiyan's lips paused.
The next moment, Tang Li leaned over.
