C477 Dancing

Ye Yixuan leaned against the car as he held a cigarette in one hand and stabbed the other into his pocket.

The hair on his forehead drooped slightly, blocking his eyes that were as deep as the sea.

As she approached him, she could smell the faint scent of wine on him.

"Did you drink?"

Ye Yixuan had already extinguished his cigarette, leaving behind a pile of cigarette butts