to the window at the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette.The taste of nicotine stimulated the nerves, and in a daze, through the swirling smoke, it seemed like I saw Yanzhi's face again.At first,... Han Cheng's intense possessiveness, fearing he would even touch a single hair on her head. Helplessly, she drank the cup of wine that hadn't been toasted.But a woman with stories is always charming,...