"What are there?" Pei Zhi took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and slowly lit it.
"Let me see." Lin Jiao picked one up.
She opened the plastic bag and took out the black leather whip. "A whip."
"What?"
"A whip with rivets on it."
Pei Zhi caught the whip she threw at him.
He stared at the rivets on the whip and choked on the smoke he had just inhaled.
A light cough sounded, and the smoke in front of him covered the emotions in his eyes.
"You choked?" Lin Jiao handed him a glass of water.
When that pair of clear and innocent eyes looked over, Pei Zhi really could not bring himself to tell her what the whip was meant for.
He took two sips of water. "I'm fine." Just as he was about to ask her to come over, he saw her open another box.
"There are actually hair clips." Lin Jiao played with the two hairpins that were connected by a golden chain.
