Zi Han sat down with his hands resting on the table. His gaze fell on the cigarette in her hand wafting out a light stream of smoke. Zi Xingxi noticed his gaze and asked, "Do you want it?"
Zi Han gulped as he raised his head to look at her before asking, "Can I?"
Zi Xingxi raised the cigarette butt to her lips and took a long drag with the bright red embers of the burning paper glowing brighter. She turned her head to the side and released a puff of smoke from her nose before handing it to him.
Zi Han, "...."
How on earth did she do that? Sensing his fascination she kept a straight face while saying, "Only this once. You can't make it a habit."
Zi Han nodded his head and this time he was very proficient. He didn't cough as bad as the first time.
He passed the cigarette back to his mother feeling his tense nerves relax significantly.
"Now you know who your dad was?" she asked her expression subtle.
