Ethan Jiang was awakened by the smoke.
A faint light from the sky filtered through the gaps in the heavy dark curtains. He turned over with the quilt in his arms, lifted his eyelids to smell the cigarette, and lazily looked for Lucas Cen. Lucas Cen sat on the bedside, flipping through the documents received on his mobile phone, with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. The light from the mobile phone screen hit his face, making his facial features look cold and inhuman for no reason.
They were lying in the same bed, yet there was a world of distance between them.
Ethan Jiang always acted according to the other person's mood. For example, at this moment, he did not consider the other person's face at all. He got out of the quilt and crawled to Lucas Cen's side. He curled up his bare legs and lay down on the quilt with his head resting on the other person's thighs.
Lucas Cen exited the document and lowered his eyes. What caught his eye was Ethan Jiang's hair, which was pressed soft by the pillow. When he parted the soft and thick black short hair, he could see the round white whorls. He didn't know why, but he found it ridiculous and a little cute.
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