What's there to be afraid of 509?

Liu Zhizhong of course knew that offering a cigarette at this time would greatly improve their relationship.

Sure enough, as he passed a cigarette over, "Why can't you savor it? Go on, Miss Xiang!"

Xiang Wenxin happily accepted the cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and her eyes gleamed, "Wow... this is just, wow..."

Then, she collapsed onto the couch, her bosom quivering.

She sprawled out on the sofa as if in utter bliss, curves undulating, her long, jade legs stretched across—my goodness, she was too captivating.

Liu Zhizhong dared not look directly, so he simply smoked and focused on his own coffee.

Soon, Xiang Wenxin had finished savoring the moment and sat up, maintaining a pose of elegance and pleasure, puffing on the cigarette and smiling,

"Your cigarettes are truly exceptional! Who would have thought, you scruffy guy, could have such fine tobacco?"

"Heh, a friend gave it to me!"

"Feng Jianren, right?"