“Ha ha.” Ye Qiu laughed as he lifted his hand to take the cigarette that was held in the corner of his mouth. The silver white smoke had already formed into a long cloud, but Ye Qiu continued with his work, brandishing his mouse and striking his keyboard, not in the least bit shaken.
“呵呵。”叶秋笑了笑,抬手取下了衔在嘴角的烟头。银白的烟灰已经结成了长长一串,但在叶秋挥舞着鼠标敲打着键盘展开操作的过程中却没有被震落分毫。