Hua Hua very coldly ignored him.
Little Yan leaned lazily against the elevator wall, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, and offered one to Hua Hua. Hua Hua raised an eyebrow, "I don't smoke, thanks."
"A man who doesn't smoke?" Little Yan lit one for himself, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Be careful, your lungs might turn into a pile of black, murky meat."
Just as Little Yan was about to take a puff, the image of a blackened lung appeared in his mind, making him so disgusted that he didn't know whether to smoke or not.
He fiddled with the lighter, with the cigarette just hanging from his lips, then nudged Mao Mao with his foot. Mao Mao immediately barked at him in discontent. Little Yan nudged him again, "Haven't seen you for two days, and you're barking at me? Should've cooked you up and eaten you!"
Mao Mao was a gift from Little Yan to Ling Yin.
