C90 One Fatal Move

Moh Yehan lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. He held the smoke in his hand tightly, but he didn't want to smoke it.

He didn't smoke. However, he liked to watch the smoke get burned bit by bit after it was lit up again.

"She can't take it anymore, she'll probably take action soon" Moh Yehan raised his hand and brushed the ash in his hand into the crystal cylinder.

Chen Yiwen said