Yi Yanyan didn't say a word, and he took out the cigarette case from his pocket with some irritation.

He pulled one out and placed it between his lips, lowered his head slightly, the cigarette butt was lit, and the smell of nicotine wafted through the air.

This man is unruly, I am afraid that the only thing that can make him lower his head in this world is smoke.

Yi Yuanyan took a deep breath, and curling green smoke sprayed out from between his lips.

Warm peach self-......

"Cold Fireworks" 066 The flowers are blooming, I will forgive you is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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