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My things burn my hands.

He didn't stretch out his hand and took out a box of Soft China from his pocket. He gave one to me and said, "Director Jiang, smoke mine. You, Senior Director, why do you smoke this kind of low grade cigarette? If others see this, I'll make some Chinese for you!"

I hastily waved my hands. "Don't, don't. I just need to smoke in the stone forest