Hearing this, Sheng Yeting slowly looked up at Jiang Xiyun with a subtle look in his eyes, and took slow puffs on the cigarette. Before he knew it, the cigarette was burning to the end. His index finger was burnt, but he didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't bother to move at all. Jiang Xiyun called softly, "Yeting!" As if he had just been awoken