Before the man decided to do something, Ye Shengge got to light up his cigarette. She took the lighter back and said, "It's done!"
This was the first time Ye Shengge had realized lighting up cigarettes required technique.
She stood straight, looking at Ji Shiting.
The man took a puff, and smoke permeated the room, making his handsome face look more sophisticated.
Ye Shengge couldn't help swallowing her spit.
"Mr. Ji." She finally recalled her mission. "What do you think?"
The man chuckled, pinched the cigarette with his fingers and said, "Want to know the answer?"
"Yes." Ye Shengge was keen.
"Come closer." Ji Shiting said gently.
Ye Shengge thought there was hope. She approached her, got so close that she was almost lying on his body.
Ji Shiting smiled and said, "Closer."
Ye Shengge followed, and she was almost about to kiss him.
