
Beijing Night Feast
by Nine Yue Ten
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Tang Shuyu's gold-plated anklet gleamed with diamond stars in the morning light: "Mr. He used to be so aloof. He sent a message at three o'clock in the morning saying that he wanted to listen to the cello, but you asked me to play the air in front of the group's financial report." He Zhongming looked up from the Patek Philippe perpetual calendar, and the cuffs of his custom-made suit brushed the red mark on her waist: "Sotheby's has a 33-carat Paraiba today. How about making it into an anklet to match the red-soled shoes you took a fancy to last time?" "What are the conditions?" She hooked the man's tie and moved closer, smelling the scent of absinthe mixed with the remaining scent of cedar.
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