The crystal chandelier refracted the golden light into countless diamond-shaped spots, which fell on Lin Xiaoyu's tense back. Her nails scraped against the polyester as she adjusted the straps for the third time. This lavender dress bought in the discount section is staging a micro-rebellion on her body - the waistline is skewed fifteen degrees, the neckline always wants to slide under the collarbone, and the skirt is restlessly billowing in the air-conditioned wind.
"Ms. Lin, please come with me."
The butler in a tuxedo looks like a moving bronze statue, his leather shoes tapping a precise beat on the marble floor. Lin Xiaoyu counted the Roman columns he passed by, and there were twelve, which exactly corresponded to the number of months his father was in debt. The double doors at the end of the banquet hall slowly opened, and the broken light reflected from the champagne tower made her squint.
In front of a pyramid composed of three hundred and twenty-seven crystal cups, stood a man wearing a suit that turned into armor. Ling Yeshen's lapel pin shone coldly under his Adam's apple. When he turned around, Lin Xiaoyu found that the man's eyelashes actually cast fan-shaped shadows under the light - this was so foul, like putting innocent feline eyeliner on a cheetah.
"You are four minutes and thirty seconds late." The surface of his watch glowed with a blue light like the deep sea.
Lin Xiaoyu's thumb unconsciously rubbed the threads of her skirt, "Subway Line 3 is out of order..."
"No need to explain." Ling Yeshen took down two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray. The curve of the wine swaying in the glasses seemed calculated, "Article 3 of the contract, both parties must maintain necessary social etiquette."
The goblet he handed over suddenly tilted at the moment of contact, and pink liquid splashed on her front. The cold wine snaked down along the chest line and was at the hem of the skirt.
