"You smoke?"
"I never smoke before, but I want to try now." Rory looked confused.
Levin was slightly feeling absent-minded. He felt like she was not being her usual self.
Levin took out a cigarette and looked at Rory's tied-up hands, slightly stunned.
"Free my hands already. What else do you think I can do right now? I won't run away."
Her voice became colder each passing seconds. Nonetheless, Levin still untied the rope.
The hemp rope was soaked with wolf venom which strangled her wrist, but she didn't care or winced at all. She reached out to take the cigarette from Levin and squinted her eyes at him.
Levin subconsciously turned on the lighter and approached to lit the cigarette he gave to her.
He had never lit a cigarette for anyone, but Rory was an exception. Rory didn't say anything as he lit it for her.
She always had a unique charm that could make people be willing to do something for her.