Tang Mo clamped the cigarette between his lips and leaned into the flame, greedily inhaling. The air moved, and the flame ignited the cigarette in front of him.
A scorching pain surged into Tang Mo's windpipe, violently tearing at his lungs. His debonair moment vanished entirely as he began to cough violently, his eyes filled with painful tears.
"Ugh... cough cough cough! I... cough cough cough! Cough! Ah... cough cough cough!" His uncontrollable coughing even altered his voice to a terrifying pitch.
Mathews stood up in shock, wanting to come over to help, but Tang Mo gestured with his hand for him to stop.
Tang Mo truly found it embarrassing to admit a fact: he had tried to show off but had genuinely and utterly failed. In the depths of his soul he was indeed an old smoker, yet this young body was incredibly honest.
