C65 Meeting a Lover

At the door of the washroom, Hsiao Mufeng leaned against the railing to make sure Lau Hui could see him as soon as she came out. There was also a cigarette in his mouth that he had borrowed from passers-by. His eyes, which were shrouded in smoke, were as deep as clouds. His decadent temperament revealed a trace of uninhibited beauty, like a medieval marble statue