The man sat on the sofa in the lounge, crossing one leg over the other, holding a cigarette casually resting on the armrest of the sofa.
He leaned lazily against the sofa, surrounded by smoke, with sunlight piercing through the thin haze.
The man heard the sound of the door opening and his gaze turned towards the entrance.
Song Yi opened the door and saw this scene; he exuded a wildness and lazy charm all over, and when his eyes lifted to meet Song Yi's, an alluring and ambiguous curve instantly formed on his lips.
There was a slightly naughty flavor to it.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Song Yi running towards him, smiling all the while.
Song Yi walked over, sat next to him, and took his cigarette away, "How many is this today?"
As she sat down, a refreshing scent lingered around her nostrils.
Tang Si slowly squinted his eyes, "The first one."
His voice was lazy, seemingly quite tired, carrying a languidness that made one feel weary.
