"Brother Chu, here..."
The next morning, Lu Ming offered him a cigarette with a grin. He didn't do it on purpose; being rather oblivious, he hadn't noticed that Lin Chu had already gone over twenty-four hours without one.
"Not for me. I quit."
"The rest of my cigarettes are in the storage room. If you want to smoke, go get them yourself. They're all yours. But if you do smoke, stay a hundred meters away from me. My home is a no-smoking zone from now on."
Lin Chu said with a grin.
'Quitting smoking was unexpectedly giving him a strange sense of superiority.'
Every man knows that smoking is bad for you. The worst part is how it degrades your quality of life after middle age. And every man has had the thought of quitting at least once, but most can't manage it.
To borrow a classic line: how ruthless must a man be to be able to quit smoking?
