But the mere thought of her sleeping in his bed right now, under the same blanket he used, made Zhou Mochen's heart grow impossibly soft. Of course, certain desires that had yet to subside began to rear their heads again.
Shen Chen, lounging on the living room sofa, nonchalantly lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, he saw the frustrated scowl on Zhou Mochen's face and, for once, refrained from making any sarcastic remarks.
Zhou Mochen sat down with a glass of water. Noticing the red glow at Shen Chen's fingertips, he frowned. "Put that out."
Shen Chen raised an eyebrow. "The young lady's already asleep. She won't smell it."
"I said, put it out." Zhou Mochen looked at his slouching friend across from him, his usual cold demeanor returning. "She doesn't like it. From now on, be more mindful whenever she's around."
It was only when Xu Su was mentioned that a trace of gentleness would unconsciously appear.
