At that moment, Mu Feng was stunned. His entire body froze.
Wei Jin tasted the tobacco on Mu Feng's lips. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently swept it across. It was a little bitter.
It did not taste good, and Wei Jin did not like it.
The moment Wei Jin's tongue swept across, Mu Feng's body stiffened as he shouted in his heart.
F*ck!
His emotions spun countless times, but in fact, it was only two seconds.
Wei Jin frowned slightly and took half a step back. She murmured, "It's a little bitter."
Seeing Mu Feng's distracted look, Wei Jin smiled.
Mu Feng was already lost in the clouds.
In the fog, Wei Jin's smile was like a light that pointed the way, pulling him out from his wandering thoughts.
