C281 Should He Try Them All?

Di Changchuan leaned against the sofa, his face expressionless, with his arm resting on the armrest. He held a cigarette in his other hand and placed it by his lips from time to time. A faint smoke lingered, obscuring the bottom of the man's eyes. In contrast, the blurred feeling was even more profound and cold.

He looked at her, his bright lips raised, and he smiled