Gently leaning against the wall, listening to the crying from the hospital room, Bi Xia rested her head against the wall, looking up at the glaring corridor light.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands passed in front of her, then landed directly over her eyes, blocking all her vision accurately.
Bi Xia didn’t move, just let Qin Zhan cover her eyes. As long as Qin Zhan didn’t mind the strain, she could keep this position without moving.
The two maintained this posture for an unknown amount of time. Then Bi Xia smelled a whiff of tobacco, suddenly remembering that she had always been quite repulsed by others smoking—the stench of secondhand smoke always felt extremely nauseous whenever it passed by her.
But somehow, when it came to Qin Zhan, everything seemed to become better. Even the smell of smoke didn’t feel pungent and foul anymore; instead, it gave her a sense of extreme security... Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⚑fire.net
"Fourth Brother, what brand are you smoking?" Her eyelashes quivered slightly under his large hand. Relaxing her body, the girl suddenly asked.
Qin Zhan glanced at her, then at the cigarette between his fingers, his phoenix eyes half-closed, watching the smoke leisurely, he replied slowly, "What, want to try?"
"No," Bi Xia shrugged, "I just feel your cigarette smells different from the others."
"Oh? How is it different?" Qin Zhan held the cigarette between his lips and asked.
"Can’t tell." Bi Xia pulled Qin Zhan’s hand down, the glaring incandescent light reappeared in her vision. She blinked slightly uncomfortably, and after getting used to it, she turned her gaze towards him.
Qin Zhan, unlike his usual indifference, was standing beside her, mimicking her posture against the wall. The black sports hoodie he wore, perhaps feeling that the hood was bothersome, was pulled up, covering half of his cold face.
The cigarette was held between his slender fingers, which twirled in the smoke, making his already appealing hands look even more exquisite. When his thin lips lightly held the cigarette, the smoke swirling between them, his face under the hood became ethereal. His narrow phoenix eyes half-closed, adding a sense of forbidden desire to his cold demeanor.
Bi Xia unconsciously swallowed and murmured, "I finally understand why there was the beacon fire in the king’s court."
"Oh?" His phoenix eyes slightly raised, Qin Zhan turned to look at her. "Why is that?"
Bi Xia didn’t answer, just stared deeply at him, then spoke again after a while, "My mom is crying in there, but I’m here talking about love, isn’t it bad?"
Qin Zhan was slightly startled, flipped her around and pinned her against the wall, his phoenix eyes deep, "You said talking about love..." He lifted her chin, speaking softly, "Ordinarily, it would be very bad, but considering the situation..."
"The atmosphere is very fitting now."
Saying this, Qin Zhan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, looking down at her, his voice low and magnetic, "Ever smoked before?"
"No," Bi Xia raised her eyebrows slightly, lifted her arms to hook around his, her teary eyes alluringly seductive, "How, want to let me try? Fourth... Brother?"
His phoenix eyes dark and profound, Qin Zhan shifted from lifting her chin to pinching it, "Siren!"
With that, he took a puff from the cigarette in his other hand, then supported himself against the wall with it, staring intently at her cherry-red lips, lowering his head suddenly, stopping just before touching them, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke onto her face.
Feeling the smoke hit her face, Bi Xia initially felt a bit uncomfortable, but seeing Qin Zhan’s smirking phoenix eyes and his curled thin lips, she chuckled, "No one should come up, right..."
As soon as she spoke, before Qin Zhan could react, she flipped him against the wall, her small hand grabbing the edges of his hoodie, standing on tiptoe, aligning her red lips precisely with his mischievous thin lips, blocking the taste of tobacco between them...