Chapter 329: Learning to Smoke Inside

“Brother?” Mo Suizhi looked at him curiously.

Mo Tingshen’s expression was calm, his hand slipping into his pocket, “Go up, call me if you need anything.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he exited the elevator and waited for the doors to close before deciding to take the stairs.

He had just stepped onto the staircase when he suddenly felt like an idiot.

In the room, Chu Yao had finished showering and was drying her hair.

Mo Suizhi had to knock on his own door politely and wait for her response before pushing the door open.

“I’ve got the cigarettes.

I just ran into Big Brother downstairs, and I didn’t let him find out.”

Chu Yao turned her head, her hair swept onto her face by the hot air, a few strands tickling her nose bridge as she narrowed her eyes slightly, “You’re that afraid of him?”

“Well, he is our big brother, after all.

He can be pretty fierce when scolding someone.”

Mo Suizhi placed a box of cigarettes and a box of matches on the coffee table, “I could only find matches, so smoke less.

I remember you don’t really smoke.”

“Ah,” Chu Yao responded lightly, combing all her hair back with her fingers as the hot air blew towards the back of her neck, “I learned it in there.”

Mo Suizhi was shocked, his gaze lingering on her before he hurriedly looked away, worried she might get the wrong idea.

Yet at this moment, an apology seemed suddenly redundant.

It was only then that he noticed the clothes she was wearing.

His sweatshirt on her body covered her hips, her thighs exposed to the air below, making his face flush and heart race.

“Xiao Yao, why didn’t you wear the set I gave you?

Aren’t you cold?”

Chu Yao set the hair dryer down, combed her hair to one side, and sat sideways on the desk by the window.

“The cigarettes, pass them to me.”

Mo Suizhi picked up the pack of cigarettes but hesitated and only pulled out one.

“Just one then, rest after you finish it.”

He extended the cigarette to her, intending to place it in her hand, but Chu Yao took it directly with her mouth, her tongue briefly touching the tip of the cigarette to adjust its position, casting a sidelong glance at the box of matches in his hand.

This time, Mo Suizhi understood, striking a match and shielding it with his palm.

Chu Yao leaned forward.

Their silhouettes reflected on the window, the light forming a soft halo.

She bent down, he looked up, the atmosphere charged.

If Chu Yao had turned around at that moment, she would have seen Mo Tingshen still standing by the lake, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes tight as he watched her.

The man was dressed in black; his black shirt and pants nearly blending with the shadows at his feet, his jacket laid aside on a stone table, making his lean frame more apparent.

The light was some distance away, his skin was that tough shade of light brown, and without expression, even his brows and eyes looked stern.

After a cigarette burned out, Mo Tingshen removed it from his lips.

The butt had cooled down, and after tossing it, he returned to the villa.

A servant passed by, and he ordered in a cold voice, “Bring liquor to my room.”

“Yes, Young Master Tingshen, what kind of liquor, and how many bottles?”

Mo Tingshen walked upstairs, “Ten bottles.”

“But, Young Master Tingshen!”

Ten bottles, was he trying to drink himself to death!

The servant immediately went to find Mo Li.

Mo Li, after hearing this, showed little reaction and indifferently said, “If he wants to drink, let him.

Have the doctor come by tomorrow morning.”

“But, Madam wouldn’t agree to this.”

“Isn’t she passed out?” there was a hint of violence in the depths of Mo Li’s eyes as she snorted, “This household doesn’t revolve around her decisions.

After you deliver the liquor, prepare the second young lady’s room.

From now on, she stays here.”

The servant felt a chill in their heart.

The lady was still lying in bed, the doctor hadn’t even been summoned, and Mo Li hadn’t looked in on her, showing no concern for the young master, focusing solely on instructing them about the second young lady’s matter.