Just as Xue Meng was about to lose his patience, he finally heard a waiter call out from outside the room, "Wind Room, this way please."

This woman is finally here.

Xue Meng swept away the impatience between her brows and sat up straight. Imitating her father, she assumed the posture of a calm and steady man and raised her eyes to look outside.

He only heard the sound of calm footsteps, neither too fast nor too slow, walking in his direction. Then, a blurry figure passed through the bamboo curtain. The curtain was half rolled up, and the first thing that entered his eyes was a silver Kui Long embroidered water pipe.

The opium pipe was tied with a light blue silk pouch embroidered with a Du Ruo Flower. The hand that lit the pipe was extremely slender, the radius was sexy, and there was a thin cinnabar mole on the side of the wrist.

Xue Meng vaguely felt like he had seen this hand somewhere before, but it was like looking at flowers in a fog, so he couldn't remember where.

Just as he was pondering, the other person entered the room.