Shang Jianghan's clothes were obviously too thin for the weather.
Shen Chaoxi could even see the mist from his breath when he talked.
The man seemed not to notice, lifting his hand holding the cigarette and expertly placing it at the corner of his mouth.
His smoking action seemed incredibly fierce; the ashy white smoke he exhaled lingered for a long time.
Perhaps sensing the gaze, Shang Jianghan turned his head, his slightly furrowed brows smoothing out after a moment, and he pointed towards the audio-visual room with his cigarette-bearing fingers.
Shen Chaoxi wanted to remind him to put on some clothes, but didn't want to make it too obvious, so she just nodded and headed to the audio-visual room.
Shang Jianghan had already picked out a few DVDs, all period dramas about young entrepreneurs; there were also two famous campus movies from last year.
Shen Chaoxi casually selected one.
The movie was two hours long, and by the time it ended it was already past nine in the evening.