Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

. "Shen Chun said.

"Then persuade me to quit." Yuan Feibai lightly exhaled the smoke ring.

"How to persuade?" Shen Chun asked.

Yuan Feibai licked his lips and said, "Kiss me."

Shen Chun fell silent.

Yuan Feibai got the expected result and didn't think there was anything abnormal. It was more difficult for him to take the initiative than a pig climbing a tree.

He leaned over and dusted the cigarette ash in the ashtray, and when he was about to put the cigarette into his mouth again, he noticed the movement of the clothes rubbing beside him, and turned his head in doubt, just to meet the lips that the other party leaned over to touch.

Yuan Feibai's eyes widened in an instant, and his heart was roaring and bursting. There was a very special feeling brewing, but before he had time to taste it, the man had already sat back to his original position.

That kiss was like a superficial touch, but he couldn't help but licked his lips. He didn't know how to react for a moment, so he could only smile: "Fuck, you want me to quit smoking so much?"

"I don't want to inhale second-hand smoke." Shen Chun looked at the humanity whose cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red.

Yuan Feibai thought he was really irritating: "Then there are so many people smoking outside, why don't you kiss them one by one?"

"They're not with me." Shen Chun slightly frowned.

Yuan Feibai felt that he was pleased again all of a sudden, he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, grabbed the other party's collar and pulled him over: "No, that blow just now was too light, if I want to quit smoking, at least I have to kiss him back." Ben, or else I'm at a loss."

When Sun Qiang came in, he heard this sentence, and at that moment, he once again sighed that their brother Yuan was fascinated by ghosts.