Shen Liang left her with an impression of being mature, stable, meticulous, a slick and sophisticated soul who doesn't care about anything.

She thought so.

But is it really?

She looked sideways and suddenly became extremely curious about the person in front of her.

The girlfriend he made took the money and ran away, and he didn't care at all, as if it wasn't his girlfriend.

He is not angry, not angry, not disappointed, not crazy, not even caring.

Why?

What does he care about?

Qin Yu wanted to ask, but felt that the current relationship seemed impossible to ask.

They are not deeply emotional couples, but married couples who need to cultivate their feelings.

Hearing her words, Shen Liang turned his head slowly, his black eyes were like ink, and there was an unknown flickering inside.

Qin Yu flicked the cigarette ash skillfully, with a gentle and cold taste, which did not make people feel greasy and annoying at all.

She blinked her misty eyes, and subconsciously, she took a sip.

Looking up at him again, just as he was about to pass the cigarette in his hand, it suddenly became dark, and the broad figure blocked all the light in front of him.

Before she could react, he bent over and leaned over, his cool lips were on hers, and the tip of his tongue was gently hooked. She opened her lips subconsciously, as if she didn't know what magic he had.

The smoke remaining in her mouth was tasted by him one by one, her movements were gentle, but with a compulsion that could not be refused.

The cigarette lingered and oozes out from his lips, until he could no longer taste the smell of the cigarette, and he simply let it go.

Without any thoughts, as if just to taste.

Qin Yu frowned, standing there feeling her head dizzy.

There was no sound in the surrounding silence, and the two of them were immersed in the darkness, as if they were not embarrassed.

Silence, then keep silent, no one wants to break it.

Still Shen Liang chuckled lightly, his voice low and hoarse:

"It's really hard."

Qin Yu said "um" in silence.

Shen Liang: "Is this a lady's cigarette? I remember that my mother used to smoke it as if the taste was not so bitter, nor so strong?"

Listening to his voice, his words were serious, as if he was discussing some academic issues with her.

If it weren't for the deep kiss just now, Qin Yu might really discuss with him what percentage of ingredients this cigarette contains.

Qin Yu wanted to look up at him, but the light in the corridor was completely blocked, and the person in front of him could only see a general outline.

The cigarette burned to the tip of her finger, and she felt the heat approaching her finger, and she reacted, her eyes burning:

"It's sweet too, isn't it?"

Shen Liang fell silent.

It seems that I was thinking about whether there was a level of "sweetness" in the taste just now.

Qin Yu blinked, seemingly calm on the surface, but her heart was boiling like boiling water.

She always wanted to find an outlet, her vertigo, her heartbeat, her uncontrollable emotions.

"forgotten?"

Forgot whether it's sweet?

Shen Liang nodded honestly.

In the cigarette just now, I really didn't taste the sweet taste.

Did he ignore it?

what a pity.

But the next second, a soft body suddenly hugged his neck and hooked up.

His back was against the floor-to-ceiling window, under the window was the icy wind and traffic, and the colorful lights flickered and blurred.

It was as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

His arms wrapped around her waist, as soft and beautiful as he imagined, and the slight touch made him feel every nerve in his body tense.

What a beastly elf!