Sweet

Emily was so close to him. She felt she had never seen him so clearly. His eyebrows were pitch-black. He was frowning and his eyes were bending upwards. Now he slightly narrowed his eyes, which somehow made Emily think she was in danger. She smelt cigarette, which together with his cold face gave her a distant feeling.

Vincent's fingers were cold. When he touched her hot skin, he was a little surprised. He lowered his head slightly and saw Emily's red cheeks.

She was drugged again?

He used some strength to raise Emily's face. Her skin was smooth. Her beautiful eyes were wide-open. And when she saw him, relaxation and joy flashed across her eyes.

This expression once again delighted Vincent. He threw away the cigarette and spat out some smoke.

The smell of nicotine somewhat wakened Emily. She grabbed the cold hand on her chin and asked Vincent, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows. After a while, he took out a cigarette case and handed one to Emily's mouth.