Christopher Lancelot leaned languidly against the sofa with his legs crossed. He smiled faintly as he gazed at Xyla Quest. “You shouldn’t take such a long drag since this is your first time smoking. Try inhaling a bit at a time, and slowly ‘send’ it to the lungs.”

Xyla followed his instructions and gave it another try.

It did not feel so irritating this time, but she was still coughing non-stop.

In the end, she chose to give up.

She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth, intending to put it out.

However, Christopher took the cigarette from her and placed it between his lips, puffing at it even though Xyla had touched it before. “Don’t waste it.”

“Hey, it’s dirty.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind your saliva.”

“…”

Xyla could sense the ambiguity in his actions and words.

Xyla immediately turned to Christopher with a straight face. “You know that you’re just…”

“A friend to you.”

“I don’t mind you because you’re my friend too. What are you thinking? Hmm?”

As Christopher spoke