Hearing that familiar deep voice.
Jiang Ruan raised her eyebrows in mild surprise, glancing over at him. With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and hands stuffed in his pockets, he exuded a roguish aura, epitomizing the carefree and unfettered demeanor. He was just as unrestrained as ever, without the slightest hint of restraint.
"When did you get here?"
Jiang Ruan stepped back slightly, standing at the edge of the area.
Lu Yiyu, holding a cigarette, flicked off the ashes, black pupils always filled with an unruly and wild, giving people a feeling that no ordinary person could contain him.
"Just got here. Want to try?"
He snuffed out the half-finished cigarette and casually threw it into the trash bin below the stage before rubbing his wrist, his eyes filled with a strong sense of interest.
