Chapter 242: Do You Smoke?
Chapter 242: Do You Smoke?
Iker, this cold and ruthless man, surprisingly likes to read romanceics that only young girls like.
This really surprised Cheyenne.
She looked at his handsome and cold face with bright and curious eyes, a teasing smile ringing in
his ears.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought Master Iker is so girlish. Tell me, who do you like the most in there?"
"Desert Princess Consort" was one of the most popr romanceics in Comic Kingdom.
It mainly tells the story of a modern female protagonist identally traveling back thousands of
years to ancient Egypt on the Nile River and her love-hate rtionship with Egypt''s most famous
tyrant Ramses II.
This was also Cheyenne''s favorite story in this magazine.
Unfortunately, she hadn''t collected all the serialized plots yet. The issue Iker had in his hands
happened to be herst purchase.
The plot had reached where conflicts arise between male and female protagonists; the male
protagonist was about to marry a princess from another country while the female protagonist
traveled back to modern times.
Looking at those calm but terrifying eyes opposite her, Cheyenne suddenly wanted to tease him.
She touched her chin with her fingers seriously before answering, "As you can see for yourself, this
is how it ends."
Upon hearing this response from Cheyenne, Iker unconsciously furrowed his eyebrows. Although
he didn''t say anything else about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone.
She pulled out a pack ofdy cigarettes scented with oranges from inside an end table drawer.
Lady cigarettes were quite different from men''s cigarettes; they were long and thin with colorful
paper patterns printed on their tips that cater more towards young girls'' tastes.
When smoking them, mixed nicotine blended together with fruity sweetness reminding someone of
their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked these vors very much.
Her hand skillfully retrieved a cigarette from within, pinching the butt between her index and middle
fingers. She offered it to Iker, asking lightly, "Wanna give it a shot?"
Tanner stood behind Iker timely stopping Cheyenne, "Miss Lawrence, sorry, but Master Iker doesn''t
smoke."
Cheyenne smiled brightly as if finding something novel. Her wrist elegantly flipped in mid-air, just
about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight difort on her
skin.
Iker took the cigarette.
"Master Iker! Your leg..." Tanner wanted to say that smoking was harmful to health, and might
worsen the injury on Iker''s legs.
Cheyenne couldn''t help but find it funny to see how much concern Tanner show towards Iker.
Tanner himself had a baby face and looked like an eighteen-year-old boy, but he was so thoughtful
and sweet.
"Smoking can be a good thing, it can help people forget their troubles and pain and achieve a brief
moment of soulful tranquility." She took out a cigarette and put it into her red lips.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, sweet with a touch of mncholy, making people unable to resist the
urge to explore the secrets behind her emotions.
A young girl in her early twenties, the most vibrant time of her life, what kind of "pain" would make
her want to numb herself with smoke and seek temporary forgetfulness?
It was Kelvin, right?
Iker felt a heavy feeling in his chest when he thought about this. In his opinion, although Kelvin was
an excellent man, there were also other outstanding men in the world. She needed not be upset.
Suddenly, Cheyenne took out a perfume-bottle-shaped lighter, crystal clear and exquisitely
designed. If it weren''t for the fact that it could produce mes, one would really think it was a
sample of perfume.
After the crisp sound, there was a slight warmth in the air, and the blue me reflected in her
indifferent and calm eyes, constantly jumping like a group of dancing elves.
When she smoked, she became particrly quiet, possessing apletely different demeanor from
her usual self. The smoke''s bluish-grey mist slowly emanated from her fiery red lips.
Her fair face was shrouded in a misty veil, adding to its mysterious and seductive allure.
There was a hint of orange fragrance in the smoke, just like the scent on her body.
It''d been several days since Cheyennest smoked, and she felt incrediblyfortable at this
moment. Every cell in her body had opened uppletely, greedily absorbing the surrounding air
without any inhibition.
She turned her head and looked back with a charming smile, "Do you want me to light it up?"
Iker learned to pass the cigarette to his own mouth and was about to reach for a lighter when
Cheyenne leaned in unexpectedly.
The two people were very close, with a breathtakingly beautiful face just within reach. The cheeks
were fair and rosy, framed by long and curly eyshes, beneath which were bright and shining
eyes.
He didn''t snap out of it or lean in closer until the blue mes flickered in his eyes.
It was a bit spicy when it first hit his tongue, but after a few seconds, the tobo mixed with orange
vor made him feel a little sweet. When he learned to exhale smoke like her, all that was left in his
mouth was bitterness.
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Cheyenne''s posture was skilled and handsome. It looked like years of practice had paid off.
Iker''s reaction told her that he really had never smoked before. Seeing his clumsy behavior,
Cheyenne had to teach him how to smoke. "Smoking is just like falling in love. You can''t rush it or
you''ll choke yourself."
"Rtionships are the same way - it starts with a secret crush, which is bittersweet. Then, after the
confession, there''s a hint of sweetness. But when it all ends with a breakup, all that''s left is
bitterness."
"I enjoy the gentle touch of tobo on my lips and teeth with my favorite orange scent."
As she spoke, various shapes of smoke rose again and blurred Cheyenne''s face as her calm eyes
shed self-deprecation.
Quickly though Iker saw something inexplicably heart-wrenching about this scene.
In some ways, they were simr, both abandoned by someone else.
But men were naturally stronger than women; when his engagement was broken off, he didn''t feel
much sadness but caught off guard.
Smoking was no different; Iker quickly mastered its essence during his first lesson so that he could
let the taste linger longer on his lips and teeth.
"This experience isn''t bad but I don''t like sweet things," said Iker.
Cheyenne chuckled as she put away the lighter and sat back down at her seat. "I''m kidding you!
That''s not the end of theic. There are more issues of this magazine in that big box behind my
study door. Just take them all if you like."
She had long outgrown the age of fantasies; those things had lost their value to her.