The room Yan Xi'an booked was upstairs. When Graham Zhou passed by, she happened to come out of the bathroom.
"Come here." She sat on the sofa wrapped in a bathrobe, holding an unlit lady's cigarette between her fingers.
The door opened wide and Graham Zhou walked in expressionlessly.
Yan Xi'an threw the exquisite and compact lighter to him and said with a smile: "Come here and light a cigarette for me."
Graham Zhou's eyes were cold and he stood in front of the woman without moving.
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