C437 Nicotine intoxication

Zhang Wensi looked at Wen Zhizhi who was sitting opposite to her. There was a helpless smile in her eyes. The smoke on her fingertips was slowly burning. The atmosphere was especially quiet. The smell of nicotine in the air made her cough uncomfortably.

She gently covered the tip of her nose with her hand, removed the sparks of smoke from between her fingers, and stubbed them out in the ashtray