"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.

down, another

but she tried not to cough. Smoke lingered in her lungs for a few seconds before she

same thing over and over

half a cigarette, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed

massaged her forehead while mumbling, "Why is

chuckled. "It happens when you smoke for

pretty similar to when you have too much wine. Don't smoke too much, okay? Leave the remaining half

how smoking feels like." Xyla smiled bitterly. She elegantly held the cigarette between her slender fingers and stopped smoking. Smoke continued to rise from the tip

and outs

with

feel annoyed with you!? The Batton family is so disgusting!" Christopher

heard the recording. However,

of misunderstanding can it be?" Raw anger was stirring in Christopher's eyes. "The recording is there. The proof is there. What kind

they can easily imitate his or her voice, and they sound exactly the same. They can even do

the recording. I was so

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