The next day, Bai Yan arrived at South Sea with the Dragon and Tiger Generals.
Outside the arrivals hall, Xi Luo leaned against a sign, bored, while Zong Zhan smoked quietly not far away.
"Let me have a puff."
Xi Luo couldn't resist after a few seconds, sidling up to the man and reaching out to snatch the cigarette.
Zong Zhan took advantage of his height, raised his arm high, and glanced at her, "Craving a smoke?"
"Not craving, just curious about the taste." Xi Luo crossed her arms, "One puff won't make me addicted."
Zong Zhan tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "If you want a taste, kiss me."
"Are you making conditions with me?"
"No," Zong Zhan exhaled smoke, explaining playfully, "I just finished smoking, there's still a smoky flavor. If you want to taste it, you can kiss me."
Xi Luo couldn't help but sneer, "Then I'd rather go lick an ashtray."
When it comes to quitting smoking, Zong Zhan's attitude has always been resolute.
