White Moonlight and Red Roses

The two of them changed the battlefield and went to the kitchen.

After that, Rong Jinghui took out a box of cigarettes from the cabinet, opened the gas stove, and lit a cigarette.

Qiao Sisi looked at him with interest as he leaned towards the blue flame with a cigarette in his mouth.

A lock of his hair hung quietly in front of the fire, as if it would be ignited immediately.

She said, "You're so strange. Leaving cigarettes in the kitchen."

Rong Jinghui glanced at her. "I just had a feeling that I would do it here with you, so I placed the cigarette here."

"From your words, it sounds like you've liked me for a long time. Tell me, when did you start to be interested in me?" She raised her hand, but it was not to cover her body.

Qiao Sisi was so generous and calm that she didn't seem like a woman.

She didn't seem to care about her body at all.