A few people were chatting over there. Xu Ru felt that she really didn't fit in with these big shots. She quietly turned around holding her drink, left the hall, and stepped under the eaves of the corridor outside.
By this time, the fog in the mountains had basically cleared, revealing its majestic nature. The air was cold and clear.
She put down her cup.
She took a sneaky glance inside.
Then she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her sweatshirt, ladies' cigarettes, the taste was not too strong, not so pungent.
Facing the wind, she shielded it with one hand, sparked her lighter several times, and finally lit the cigarette. The flame fluttered between her eyebrows and eyes.
Her originally gentle and gentle face also gained a few more bewitching feels like a demon.
Maybe the wind was too strong.
It blew directly to her face, causing her to choke.
The smoke went down her throat, causing her to bend over and cough.
Suddenly.