As soon as the door was closed, Emily entered the bathroom. She approached Vincent and sniffed carefully, like a puppy. The tip of her nose almost touched his neck.
"Are you smelling meat?" Vincent asked, looking at her with amusement.
"Susan said she smelled smoke. Maybe she was used to it, but I actually didn't feel anything." Emily took a step back and stood there, looking at Vincent, "Smoking is actually not good. Do you want to quit smoking?"
"I had problems with my stomach. I can't drink coffee to refresh myself. This is the only thing I can do." Vincent stood upright in front of the sink. Body relaxed, his two straight and slender legs casually leaned there, supporting his thin waist.
"How about I smoke it for you?" Emily suddenly asked.
Vincent was stunned for a long time before chuckling.