Jun Moyan immediately turned around upon hearing Wen Xiao'ai's voice, pressing the cigarette that hadn't burned out into the ashtray on the windowsill.
Looking at Wen Xiao'ai, who came bouncing up to him, Jun Moyan eased his expression; yet he found himself unable to smile, a bitter feeling involuntarily rising in his heart.
His heart felt like it was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall and shatter at any moment.
"Hmm~ what's that smell, it's so choking." Wen Xiao'ai frowned slightly, bothered by the smoke as she approached Jun Moyan.
"Jun Moyan, what did you eat?" Wen Xiao'ai waved her small hand continuously in front of her nose.
"...Nothing much."
"Squat down and let me smell."
Without thinking, Jun Moyan immediately bent down to cooperate, leaning close to Wen Xiao'ai.
"Open your mouth."
Jun Moyan cooperated by slightly opening his mouth.
