Lu Yanhe did not stop her, calmly observing her various ways of teasing him, like a clown performing a self-directed play.
Su Jia was not upset by his indifference and gently rubbed against him for a while.
She lifted a hand to remove the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers and placed it between her own lips.
Unconsciously, Lu Yanhe's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Su Jia noticed his reaction, the smile on her lips growing wider.
She took a forceful drag, instantly overwhelmed by the choking taste. However, the white smoke ring did not enter her lungs; instead, it circled around and floated out from her lips.
Su Jia deliberately blew the smoke ring onto his stern face, yet Lu Yanhe still did not stop her, allowing her to provoke him repeatedly.
Finally, the cigarette burned down slowly. Her eyelashes trembled a few times, then she lowered her gaze.
Lu Yanhe looked at her lowered brows and eyes, his expression unchanged, but his heart felt increasingly uncomfortable.
