Chapter 892
Stella heard a little teasing in his tone.
She shook her head and looked at him with displeasure. “Didn‘t you say you were going to teach me? You just left me to try on my own. You didn‘t teach me at all...”
Weston smiled and looked at her with an incredibly gentle look.
“You‘re even laughing at me!”
Stella thought he was laughing at her and reached out to cover his eyes. She tiptoed, but she was still not tall enough to reach him.
All she could do was stare at him with a slight annoyance.
“Weston!” she complained.
“Do you really want to smoke?” Weston looked down at her and stroked her hair to soothe her.
Stella nodded and frowned slightly. “Anyway, I didn‘t feel anything just now. I only tasted the bitter smoke. There‘s nothing nice about it at all...”
She looked puzzled and asked, “Why do you all like to smoke something that tastes so bad?”
Weston did not say anything. Instead, he took a cigarette and put it in her mouth. “When I light it later, you take a drag.”
Stella nodded and said, “I know that much...”
Weston gave her a doubtful look. He took out his lighter and sparked the lighter, making a clicking sound.
The blue flame rose and cast some light on their faces. Stella moved closer to the lighter and watched the smoke twist as the cigarette burned. She took a deep puff.
“Slow down, or you‘ll get dizzy.” Weston instructed her, “Inhale, then slowly exhale.”
Stella did as he said and spat it out a little. It was still not a good experience, but it was better than choking. Stella took the first drag of her life in between breaths.
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