Lin Yao swallowed her saliva, unsure of when she would reach her limit. It seemed like she was starting to feel an unbearable itch and pain in her bones, so she stretched her hand out from under the blanket.
A withered hand reached out with difficulty from under the blanket; the arm looked so fragile that a slight force could break it. After fumbling around the bedside for a while, the hand finally found a cigarette.
She gripped the cigarette tightly and then searched for a lighter from the other side. Once she found both items, Lin Yao poked her head out from under the blanket.
She lit the cigarette in her hand, and just by smelling the faint smoke it emitted, a look of intoxication appeared on her face.
After taking a few puffs, Lin Yao lay relaxed on the bed. Her eyes, already cloudy, appeared even more vacant now, but her face showed a slightly twisted intoxication.
