395 (third watch of the night)

Older men generally are quite sensitive about their age.

Chu Jin's words undoubtedly hit Mr. Mo's sore spot.

Mo Zhixuan's dark eyes deepened as he took a drag from his cigarette, casually flicking the butt into the ashtray. With one hand, he imprisoned Chu Jin's waist; with the other, he lifted her chin. The smoke from his mouth hadn't fully dissipated when he leaned down and kissed her red lips.

Her lips pried apart, the endless stream of smoke passed from his mouth to hers. The wisps of smoke twined between their tongues. Caught off guard, Chu Jin began to cough violently, but Mo Zhixuan did not seem to care; instead, he supported her head, skilfully opened her teeth, his cool tongue probing, delving ever deeper, their tongues entwined, dancing with the smoke.