C57 Ambushed(2)
Slim fingers holding long, thin cigarettes in the mouth of a fucking filter. Liu Hong took a deep breath and closed her eyes before opening them. Her lips parted slightly as she slowly spat out a cloud of white smoke. Even though she was handcuffed, Liu Hong's smoking posture was still elegant and calm, as if she was tasting a glass of red wine.
In the detention center's interrogation room