Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,"Looking, looking, I'm looking, I'll go back and look right away...",The topic was probably a little ambiguous, and suddenly there was a subtle tension in the air. Combined with the hazy lighting, it could easily spark some hormonal desires.。