Christopher got up, leaned against the headboard and took out a cigarette. When he nodded at me, I passed him a lighter to light his cigarette. Smelling the faint scent of tobacco, I smiled. Although I hated it when Lyle smoked, I loved it when Christopher did it.
Perhaps it was because he looked exceptionally charming when he smoked. His fingers were long and well-defined, even more so than that of hand models. With the cigarette hanging between his lips, he took a small puff. Smoke lingered in the air while the cigarette glowed faintly, making him look extremely alluring.
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