Chapter 1998: 1998 Chapter 1998: Starting a Degenerate Life 2

1998 Chapter 1998: Starting a Degenerate Life 2

"Don't, if you don't let me smoke today, I'll just stay here and not leave." I said angrily.

I just don't believe it—is it really that hard for me to take a puff?

Ahao shook his head helplessly, laughed, and said: "Ah, there's nothing I can do about you."

"So are you giving it or not?" I laughed, as if I had won.

No matter what you do, as long as you win, you'll show a happy smile.

Ahao then took another strong drag of his cigarette, then passed it to me and said: "If you want to smoke, smoke mine—do you want it?"

Likewise, Ahao again looked at me with that provocative gaze and said.

I stared blankly at him, then without thinking took the cigarette and put it to my mouth.

Ahao kept looking at me with amusement, his gaze seemingly telling me that I couldn't possibly smoke the cigarette he had just smoked.

But he didn't know that I've changed now—I'll smoke anything, whether it's his or anyone else's.

I quickly put the cigarette to my mouth, imitating Ahao's earlier move, took a strong drag, and immediately choked.

I kept coughing, cough, cough...

Ahao quickly snatched my cigarette, held it in his mouth, picked up the water beside him and handed it to me, saying: "Look at you—you can't smoke but you're puffing so hard; first take a sip of water, quick."

Likewise, I quickly took the water and drank half a cup in one go, but my throat was still unbearably itchy, and I kept coughing...

"See, you choked. If I'd known, I would have taught you how to smoke." Ahao looked at me somewhat pityingly and said.

That gaze was pure pity—yes, just pity.

He, how could he look at me with that kind of gaze?

Could I be hallucinating?

Is it possible? Really possible?

"Let's go." Ahao said, pulling my hand.

"Hmm." But I was still coughing, though not as badly.