Chapter 686: Pregnant women shouldn't smoke

Cheyenne had a craving for cigarettes. She just wanted to smoke one and take a breath of fresh air. She walked out to the balcony, and as her delicate fingers reached into her bag, she elegantly held a cigarette between them, ready to bring it to her lips. Cheyenne's calm gaze, as serene as still water, looked at the dark night in front of her, a glimmer of light passing through her eyes. She remembered that she was not a smoker. But in a moment of frustration earlier, the urge to smoke naturally emerged. Especially when she saw someone enjoying blowing smoke rings, the feeling became even stronger. With her red lips slightly parted, just as she was about to take a drag on the cigarette, she realized that she had forgotten to bring a lighter. Her gaze scanned the surroundings, finally settling on a tall and aloof black figure not far away. A man stood on the balcony, his black suit blending perfectly with the night, only the white mask on his face reflecting a faint light. Cheyenn