“Yes,” Christopher Lancelot answered truthfully.
Xyla Quest shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand. “Give me another cigarette.”
Christopher immediately took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and drew two cigarettes. He placed one cigarette between Xyla’s lips and the other between his lips.
Subsequently, he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Xyla.
After lighting hers, he lowered his head and lit his own.
The car was filled with smoke in a moment.
Christopher thoughtfully lowered the car window to prevent the acrid smoke from choking her.
A cool breeze touched the warmth of their cheeks, blowing away all the pungent smell of tobacco inside the car.
Outside the car, the sky was dark, and the moon was bright. The icy wind rustled the leaves and waved the branches.
A sudden gust of breeze greeted their car with the astringent scent of grass and soil, soothing Xyla’s tangled mind and soul.
As she slowly calmed herself down, another thought suddenly appeared in her head…
She carefully took a puff at the cigarette. A prickly feeling instantly spread across her throat, but she tried not to cough.
Smoke lingered in her lungs for a few seconds before she slowly exhaled.
Xyla did the same thing over and over again…
When she smoked about half a cigarette, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her.
She massaged her forehead while mumbling, “Why is my head so heavy?”
Christopher chuckled. “It happens when you smoke for the first time. You’re just drunk.
“It feels pretty similar to when you have too much wine. Don’t smoke too much, okay? Leave the remaining half aside,” Christopher added.
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