Shi Yu's eyes turned cold, a dangerous aura emanating from him.
Just as he was about to explode, Shen Cheng tiptoed up and delivered her lips to his, pressing against them.
Then, she exhaled smoke into his mouth.
This gesture was different from the last time Shi Yu blew smoke into Shen Cheng's mouth.
Since she didn't smoke and lacked experience, her movements were much clumsier by comparison.
Some smoke escaped from the corners of her mouth, so only a little bit of smoke entered Shi Yu's mouth.
So she parted her lips from his and took the cigarette into her mouth again, taking another puff.
When she covered Shi Yu's lips once more, Shi Yu wrapped his hands around her waist and with a graceful turn, pinned her body against the wardrobe.
Shen Cheng passed the smoke to him, he inhaled it into his lungs, and then a little seeped out of his nostrils—
For the first time, Shen Cheng wasn't so resistant to the smell of smoke, nor disgusted by it.
