"Wait until it's over," Xiao Chi tossed her a lighter, then leaned in with his handsome face. With the cigarette between his thin lips, his speech was somewhat muffled, "Light it for me."
The evening breeze was gentle, and the woman's pale fingers hooked slightly, igniting a dull blue flame with the lighter. She raised her hand to shield it slightly, bringing the flickering flame close to Xiao Chi's lips. He squinted his eyes and took a drag, exhaling a pale blue ring of smoke.
Tang Xi sat beside him, the scent of tobacco carried by the wind.
She frowned slightly and gave a light cough.
Xiao Chi, with a careless air, leaned back in his chair, flicking ash from his cigarette, observing Tang Xi through the haze of pale smoke. He saw her slender figure yet upright posture, in a white short-sleeved shirt and black jeans, her face almost bare with no trace of makeup, her hair tied up in a clean high ponytail.
She indeed seemed out of place here.
Exceptionally pure.
