Under the glow of the built-in lights, various plants thrived in the rainforest tank.
A small misting device sprayed out water vapor, consistently maintaining the moisture of the rainforest tank. Filtered clear water flowed over the moss-covered stones below, and a palm-sized snail curiously touched the stream with its antennae.
Shao Zifeng walked over and sat on the other side of the sofa, his hand gently petting Qiuqiu's little head. He glanced at the snail named after his surname and casually asked, "When did you start smoking?"
Chen Yixing snapped out of her reverie, pressed the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, and the smoke billowed to envelop her face. Her features became blurry behind the smoke, and she sat up straight, stretched lazily, pressed her legs together, and one leg slowly and naturally rested on the other knee, displaying a certain ladylike elegance.
"I don't smoke often, but you happen to have caught me this time."
