Chapter 110
Two People Smoking in an Alley
Chapter 110 Two People Smoking in an Alley
The background music for this chapter is "NightDancer".
Puff, puff—
A faint scent of perfume wafted onto Jung Do-hoon's wrist. He wasn't a perfume expert, but he could only vaguely detect a faint orange scent.
"Wow, it smells so good!" Minatozaki Sana grabbed Jung Do-hoon's wrist, brought it close to her nose, and sniffed it carefully.
She enjoyed conducting experiments on Jung Do-hoon and never tired of it.
Thus, Jung Do-hoon's wardrobe became her laboratory. How many ways there are to style a shirt depends entirely on how many ideas Minatozaki Sana has in mind when she feels like it.
But when they finally parted ways, Jung Do-hoon didn't take a single item with him—
The orange bear keychain on the suitcase was the only thing that got carried all the way to South America because I forgot to take it off.
A relationship that is always full of novelty is undoubtedly romantic, but if a relationship only has novelty, such romance is destined to be just a rose with a slightly longer blooming period, which will eventually wither and fade.
Looking back on that relationship, one may feel regret for the tragedy of the rose eventually withering, but who would want their life to be a beautiful tragedy?
Under the soft music and warm lighting, Suzy raised her wrist, gently pulled his mask down a little, and then raised her hand to stop at the tip of Jung Do-hoon's nose.
"How's this perfume?"
"I'm a complete perfume idiot," Jung Do-hoon said, but he still sniffed it seriously. "It smells good?"
"This perfume can mask the smell of smoke," Bae Suzy sniffed her wrist, "but you don't seem to be smoking much lately."
"I don't usually smoke much. It's just when I'm annoyed—"
"But I don't smell any smoke." The woman frowned slightly, leaned forward, and sniffed his collar. "That's strange."
"Am I that depressed?" Jung Do-hoon gave a forced wry smile. "Your presence here has already made me feel much better."
"Really?" Bae Suzy put her mask back on, holding the perfume in her hand with satisfaction. "Then consider this perfume a gift from me to you."
"Really?" Jung Do-hoon followed her to the cashier, and Bae Soo-ji took out her card from his shoulder bag and swiped it to pay.
All in one go.
It seems he needs to find an opportunity to return the favor to Bae Suzy, but saying it in jest might spoil the atmosphere.
"I heard you've been under a lot of work pressure lately. Remember to spray on this perfume before your meeting." Bae Suzy arrived outside the store, temporarily stuffing the perfume into her small handbag. However, her gaze was fixed on the deserted alley on the other side. She smiled and beckoned Jung Do-hoon to follow her.
"Are there any shops in the alley?" Zheng Daoxun followed her inside for about half a minute. At this time, it was getting dark and the streetlights came on. The two stopped at a trash can.
Suzy leaned gently against the wall and beckoned to Jung Do-hoon, "Do you have a cigarette?"
"You still smoke?" Zheng Daoxun took it out of his pocket.
"I'll try to see if the perfume can really cover up the smell of smoke."
Bae Suzy took off her mask, put a cigarette in her mouth, and Jung Do-hoon raised his hand to light it for her.
She playfully blew a puff of smoke onto Jung Do-hoon's collar.
He handed her the perfume, and Soo-ji, holding the cigarette in one hand, lightly sprayed it on his collar with the other. Jung Do-hoon instinctively moved a step closer to her so she could smell his scent.
Bae Suzy wrinkled her nose and gave a muffled "hmm": "The effect is okay, but not as good as I expected."
"After all, the smell of cigarettes is pungent." Jung Do-hoon smiled, put the perfume back in his bag, and as he was speaking, Soo-ji turned the cigarette around and put it in his mouth.
"Why don't you have one?" She tilted her head slightly. "Maybe having one will make you feel better? You said it."
Jung Do-hoon leaned against the wall, mimicking her posture, and tilted his head back to let the smoke from the streetlights drift out: "Where should we even begin?"
"What are you talking about?"
Why am I in a bad mood today?
"So you finally admitted it?" Bae Suzy gently rested her head on his shoulder.
"Hmm." Zheng Daoxun lowered his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "It's very complicated. If I were to explain it in detail, it would probably take more than a pack of cigarettes."
"But anyway—thank you so much for coming out with me. I really appreciate that sense of certainty."
"What certainty?"
"You won't reject my certainty."
"Um."
Jung Do-hoon looked down at the red stain on the filter: "The lipstick shade is quite nice, it suits you very well."
Bae Suzy raised her head: "Burgundy red, got it?"
"It's hard to forget." Jung Do-hoon stubbed out his cigarette and sprayed some perfume on himself. "Is the smell of smoke still strong?"
"I never mind the smell of cigarettes on you."
"But you're not just around me. That doesn't mean others don't mind." Bae Suzy smiled with satisfaction when she saw Jung Do-hoon's lips curl into a slight smile. "Looks like my mission is accomplished?"
He certainly knew what her so-called mission was.
Make him feel better.
"How can this be considered a mission? It's me who needs your help."
"If it's a mission, I can openly ask for my reward, Do-hoon." Bae Soo-ji lightly stepped on the cigarette butt he had thrown on the ground. "Shall we go?"
"So what is the reward?"
Bae Suzy hesitated for a moment before giving a soft "Mmm": "How about that glazed clay pot?"
"Isn't it said that strolling around with a clay pot in your arms isn't romantic at all?"
"Life isn't just about romance. You need to eat first too~" Bae Suzy's hand slowly moved up the strap of her handbag, then she took Jung Do-hoon's arm. "Besides, didn't I carry a jar of kimchi all the way to your house?"
After buying the clay pot.
"But this isn't the direction your home is going either." Zheng Daoxun glanced at the shopping mall in the distance.
"Of course not my house. Let's go buy fish, Pabu."
"Crucian carp soup?"
"If you know how to make crucian carp soup—sure. I certainly don't.
Jung Do-hoon held the clay pot in his left hand, while Bae Soo-ji gently held his right arm. While waiting at the traffic light, she looked up at Jung Do-hoon, and their eyes met.
"What's wrong? Are you nervous because Nuna is taking you home?"
Bae Suzy is still not used to being called "Nuna" by him, but she occasionally likes to refer to herself that way.
"What's there to be nervous about? You're just eating fish, not me, right?"
"Do you taste good? Hmm?"
"That depends on your taste."
"I'm not picky about the taste, I mainly care about the freshness of the ingredients." Bae Suzy reached out and pinched Jung Do-hoon's cheek. "Hmm, the meat is firm and elastic—do you think you're better suited for stir-frying over high heat or simmering over low heat?"
Generally speaking, tender fish are more suitable for making soup.
"Then it seems we can't rush it."
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