As she opened the window to ventilate, she complained incessantly.
I used to be addicted to smoking, at least two packs a day.
I quit smoking after I decided to pursue Hailey.
Because she said that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes.
At that time, my roommate laughed at me and said, "I bet you can't."
I didn't expect that I would quit smoking completely for love.
They could only joke that simps were really powerful.
Hailey snatched the cigarette butt from my hand and stubbed it out.
Through the thin smoke, I looked at her beautiful profile and lit another cigarette.
Hailey said sulkily but also coquettishly, "Honey, you promised me that you wouldn't smoke.
"You've persisted for so many years. Why did you break the rule again?
"Do you have something on your mind?"
I replied, "No, I didn't." Then, I put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Then, I asked lightly, "Where did you go last night?"
A trace of panic flashed across Hailey's beautiful eyes, but she quickly calmed down.
"Mathew fainted last night. I sent him to the hospital and took care of him for the whole night," lied Hailey.
I did not expose her and continued to ask, "Oh? Why did he faint?"