C12

Han Mingyao looked at me, his eyes bright in the darkness.

But he didn't answer my question, and I think perhaps it was the social interaction at work that taught him to smoke.

Han Mingyao stood up, walked to the side of the table and fiercely pressed his cigarette into the ashtray.

"Zhen Ziqian, you are my woman, and you can only be my woman. Remember that!"

I nodded and said one word