"Who, who cares about you!" Iris Wen said incoherently, struggling to get rid of Asher Cheng, but was held tighter.
The faint smell of tobacco lingers. It's not unpleasant, but it has a scent that is unique to him, making people easily intoxicated.
"Duplicity." Asher Cheng chuckled breathlessly.
His eyes accidentally caught sight of the bag in Iris Wen's hand, a square, black plastic bag. He guessed something, looked away calmly, and said casually: "Is there a shopping mall nearby? I want to buy something, can you accompany me to have a look?"
Iris Wen hesitated for two seconds, with an unnatural expression on his face. He didn't care about the hand held by Asher Cheng for a moment: "Let's wait for another day. It's too late today. You'd better go home and go to bed. I'll just take a taxi back later." "
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