When Bi Xia returned to the hotel, Ji Qiutang and the rest had already left; only Wei Ming remained at the door of Bi Xia's room, head down, smoking. The swirling smoke blurred the young man's face, making him difficult to recognize.
Smelling the smoke, Bi Xia reflexively furrowed his brow. Wei Ming noticed Bi Xia's arrival, chuckled at his reaction, extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into the trash, fanning away the smoke in front of him, shrugged against the wall, "How come I never realized you're this sensitive before?"
Bi Xia snorted, arching his brows, "I'm never sensitive in front of unfamiliar people."
"Oh?" He nodded at Meng Chi behind Bi Xia, winked at a kid holding a black cat, then turned to Bi Xia who was unlocking the door, "Does that mean I'm now familiar to you?"
Once the room card was inserted, the light instantly illuminated the room, "From the moment I knew you were Little Eight, you became a familiar face."
