Moxin stood in the same place, looking at the cold, casual and indifferent action of flicking ashes can not help but fight a cold war, instinctive backward half step.

Because there was a wall behind her, she staggered herself half way back. "I'm not a cargo." Don't bite your teeth if you are angry.

A cold, slightly curled lip, a sneering smile, and an emotionless gaze, "In my eyes, anything..." It's just goods. But the value of the goods is different.

Don't grip her hand, she gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you not interested in me?"

Cold twist cigarettes in the ashtray, gentle and elegant movements, but the breath...