The man standing didn't speak.
Mo Beiyan straightened up, crossing his arms and leaning against the car door, "Trying to act all deep with me?"
Mo Nanjue focused his eyes, pulled out a cigarette from the pack, and handed it to him.
Mo Beiyan reached out to take it, but just as he was about to touch his lighter, he was stopped.
He froze for a moment.
Mo Nanjue's long fingers slid open the platinum lighter, bringing the blue flame to his lips.
Mo Beiyan raised his eyes in surprise and laughed, "Can I take this as you lighting my cigarette?"
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes coolly, "Or you could take it as me planning to set your mouth on fire."
"..."
Awkward.
Mo Beiyan slightly lowered his head, putting the cigarette between his lips, and it was instantly lit, as if certain unspoken mutual understanding and buried feelings ignited along with it.
He took a drag, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.
