Huo Wen'an knew she was doing it on purpose, but he said nothing, just watching her smoke.
The smoke was not smoke; it was Xu Xingguang's hair, fingers, every part of her body.
Xu Xingguang found it strange, and when she looked up at the virtual screen, she saw Huo Wen'an sitting on a scarlet sofa, with a small full-moon-shaped bedside lamp glowing behind him.
In the dim light, Huo Wen'an's profile appeared cold and sharp, his high nose reflected a bit of the lamp's light, and the cigarette butt he bit in his mouth alternated between deep and light colors.
Just like Huo Wen'an, when he spoke to her with a playful smile, he always made her feel like he was a harmless good young man. But when he put away his smile and looked at people with lowered eyes, the overwhelming, terrifying aura he exuded made one's soul shudder.
He was attractive.
Attractive and dangerous.
