"Do you believe I'll come tonight?"

The ladies' cigarette, slender and long, had a hint of mint, which was pleasing to smell and mild in taste. Melody Bailey liked to smoke this kind of light cigarette.

Hiram Bailey watched her through the screen, fetched a box of cigarettes, took one out, held it in his mouth, then took out a lighter. His movements were smooth and practiced.

'Click-'

The sound of a spark.

In a coffee shop far from home, she was wearing a wine-red floor-length dress, square-necked and plunging deeply, revealing a beautiful curve and outline, genuinely full and material. Her thick, wavy, long hair was casually draped behind her.

Holding a cigarette, looking at the screen, her nails were tomato-red.

Smoke escaped from her mouth, partially obscuring her eyebrows and eyes. The sight was incredibly sexy.

Through the screen, Hiram Bailey swallowed, saying softly, "Put it out."

"Why, does it bother you even behind the screen?" Melody Bailey laughed with a slight shoulder tremble.