When Gu Jiahui arrived, Yang Mingming had already taken off her wedding dress and was sitting on the sofa, smoking in a thin slip.
The entire dressing room was filled with the smell of tobacco.
Gu Jiahui smoked himself, but had never hated the smell of smoke as much as today.
He coughed lightly.
Yang Mingming turned around and saw him.
"Do you want to put on some clothes?" Gu Jiahui stood at the door, gently pushed up his glasses, and asked very gentlemanly.
Yang Mingming was wearing a slip, although somewhat transparent, it still covered her body.
Upon seeing Gu Jiahui, her heart that was tightly wound like a ball suddenly relaxed a lot.
She said viciously, "Either get in here or get out, what's with the pointless talk?"
Gu Jiahui entered the room.
After closing the door, he sat down next to Yang Mingming, still with a gentle expression: "Are you nervous?"
Yang Mingming exhaled a smoke ring.
