The orange light refracted from above and landed on the woman's cold yet stunningly beautiful face.
Standing on tiptoes, the woman slightly parted her red lips and exhaled a puff of smoke toward the man's handsome face.
Amid the mint scent of the lady's cigarette, there was a hint of the woman's own unique cool and faint fragrance.
Gu Siting watched the seductive woman, dark eyes as deep as dangerous whirlpools, his entire being emanated a chilling and indifferent aura.
"Are you courting death?"
Ming Yao flicked the ash from the tip of the cigarette and brought her lips close to the man, their mouths only a finger's joint apart.
"Hubby, has Grandma Gu agreed to our divorce yet? Or should I give her a call? If she agrees, I'll sign immediately, okay?"
Her voice carried a whiff of grievance, yet it was flirtatious as if cooed in soft murmurs.