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' Huh, Lija ? What're you doing here ? ' ' Smoking ' Elijah looked at her and nonchalantly said. Isabelle was still smiling a moment ago. But her beautiful smile soon faded. She took a long breath and exclaimed with gritted teeth ' Ah, Lija. ' Elijah didn't move. She smoked lazily. Isabelle surrendered and tried not to stop her from smoking. She smiled forcefully, saying ' Rhys Brookes, your would be fiancé. ' Elijah muttered ' I see '. ---- ' Have you ever smoked ? ' Elijah asked as she held the cigarette stick between her pale lips. ' I didn't but I can try. ' ' Oh ' Elijah said as she leaned close to the man, connecting the ends of her cigarette to his and lighting the both at the same time. The nicotine spread through both of their cigarettes, hitting the nerves. Rhys took a drag and exhaled. His face flushed from smoke, looking his side to see the girl taking drags of cigarettes one after another, her slender hand hanging on the railing, lips pale. ' It's you ' 🔞 Mature content, self harm and trauma
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