He Zheng pulled out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, offering one to Pei Liyan and placing another between his own lips. "This warm room is quite interesting, huh."
Pei Liyan snapped open a lighter, hesitated for a moment, and gave He Zheng a deep look before shaking the lighter.
He Zheng immediately leaned in, lighting his cigarette.
They exchanged glances.
Pei Liyan said, "It is very interesting."
"Xiangxiang takes good care of you, knowing you don't like crowds, so she didn't even invite her girlfriends, and apart from Qiao Liu, there isn't a single girl here." He Zheng said with a playful smile, "That's truly touching."
Pei Liyan raised his eyebrows. "What are you touched by?"
"I'm touched on your behalf." He Zheng's smile grew more profound.
Pei Liyan's lips curled into a smile. "Then I thank you."
"Don't curse." He Zheng said, "Speak nicely."