"How do you feel now?" The woman put down her wine glass, took out a cigarette from her bag, lit one, took a sip, and slowly exhaled smoke rings at Hang Jin, "Would you like one?"

"Feel?" Hang Jin looked up at the woman, only to feel that the image of the woman in front of him gradually became blurred, and soon he would not be able to see her face clearly. "Is it really a strange feeling?"

"How strange is it?" The woman took another puff of the cigarette, exhaling the smoke in all kinds of styles, "I don't know if I have the honor to listen to you?"