"Oh," Xu Xunsheng walked into the kitchen and began preparing food with Ruan Xiaomeng, but Daxiong ran out to the other room again.
"Daxiong, you're not allowed to be lazy!" Ruan Xiaomeng bellowed.
"Can't a man smoke a cigarette?!" Daxiong answered.
He leaned against the door, lit a cigarette, and took deep drags. Although his eyes were fixed on the street, the image of Xu Xunsheng taking off her coat as she entered, her delicate and shapely figure, and her pure and gentle demeanor, flashed before him, heating his heart. Having finished the whole cigarette, he exhaled slowly, feeling that he was really a piece of shit.
