Mu Yichen's pitch-black eyes stared directly at her, and when that flame ignited, his gaze turned ice-cold.
Qin Mu lifted her head and took a drag on her cigarette, finally feeling less stifled in her chest. She gently scratched the itchy spot on her forehead with her hand holding the cigarette, then smoked another drag, her eyelashes lowering to hide the faint light in her eyes.
For a moment, there was no sound in the living room; only the scent of the smoke he always liked quietly spread throughout the room, lingering without any destination.
"Last year, I had no inspiration for a while, and out of boredom, I smoked a friend's cigarette, then got addicted!"
Qin Mu could feel his murderous gaze, knowing he hated her smoking, so she casually explained the reason to him.
Mu Yichen still didn't speak, his gaze not wavering for a moment.
