During that time, Mu Chudi went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he saw Hawthorne smoking on the balcony beside him, with his slender fingertips clasped with cigarettes, gently spitting out smoke, and the curling smoke blurred his face.

Some people have dignity and elegance in their bones.

A simple cigarette made by Huo Miao is as elegant as a picture.

How can such a man not be moved?

Mu Chudi forcefully withstood the germination of his heart, lowered his head and looked down, and walked quickly across the balcony.

Suddenly.

She was blocked up on the wall.

It's Huo Mui's cigarette just at his feet.

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