บท 1041: Advise?

Lone Wolf stepped out of the private room, finding solace in the smoking area. He lit a cigarette, lost in the dance of smoke. His relationship with Dong Xiaoxuan had progressed, yet he sensed her keeping a cautious distance. The question of 'why' lingered unanswered in his mind.

As he stood there, thoughts adrift, a cool voice interrupted his reverie, "Excuse me, sir, may I borrow a light?"

Turning, he saw a striking woman in her mid-20s. Clad in a wine-red gown, her long wavy hair flowed down her back, and her high heels accentuated her confident stance. She wore no jewelry, yet her presence exuded an air of sophistication and strength – the hallmark of a powerful businesswoman.

He gave her an appreciative glance and silently handed her a box of matches.

She accepted it with a hint of surprise, her skilled fingers bringing the cigarette to life. In the swirls of smoke, her features played a game of hide and seek, adding to her allure.