She doesn't like the smell of smoke, has always been particularly averse to it.
Shen Chizheng knows about this habit of hers, so he rarely smokes in front of her.
But he hasn't completely quit, so sometimes after smoking, there's still a faint smell of smoke on him.
Su Yan never once felt that this smell she used to utterly despise could bring her such a great sense of security.
The warmth of his body transmitted to hers, she couldn't help but increase the strength of her grip, wishing she could be embedded with him like this.
Only this way.
Only this way could she feel the existence of her own life, could she feel that she was still alive.
Not like in front of Gu Chaohan, where she was completely a puppet controlled by strings.
Su Yan held him tightly, and after a long time, she gently spoke, "Chizheng, have you resolved the issues on your side?"
"All resolved." Shen Chizheng moved back slightly, putting a bit of distance between them.
