"Four words: grace and power combined. If you show him a little color, he'll respect you more." The man furrowed his good-looking willow-leaf eyebrows, staring at the smoking cigarette as if it were a century-old puzzle. "What is this thing? Too hard to smoke, yet so expensive."
"Soft Zhonghua is one of the smoother ones," I blurted out, recalling how he swallowed the smoke.
The man suddenly gripped my wrist, "How do you know if it's smooth or not? Have you smoked before?"
"No, I just overheard someone say it," being questioned in public with my wrist grabbed made me feel embarrassed; I tried hard to break free.
But his eyes were only fixed on me, staring intensely, with red blood vessels visible, "I'm tired and need rest."
"Okay, I'll accompany you. Do you need me to carry you?" Though I harbored killing intent towards him, at this moment, I was genuinely concerned about him.
Having just given my blood to increase another's height, my already frail body felt even weaker.
