Stealing a Moment of Pleasure

“Which could you never accept: betrayal of the body, or betrayal of the heart?” In the noisy CrossBar, in a dim corner, Jian Lin picked up the ambiguously named “Bloody Martini” in front of her and asked a question that had been done to death. Su Zhixin's cigarette smoke quickly spread through the sealed room, billowing before it just as quickly dissipated. Everything around them seemed unreal, including Jian Lin, sitting beside her with a deathly pale face, and the men and women in the filthy, noisy air. So she had little desire to answer this bizarre and utterly meaningless question. More importantly, right now she was...