Deep Kiss

At the dinner party, He Shuyu’s Haute Couture evening dress was spilled with red wine. The culprit was a part-time student from Jiang University. He had pale cool-toned skin, a red mole at the end of his eye, and a tie tied around his shirt, both cold and desirable. He bent over with his head down and was scolded by the manager, telling him to apologize, but his fingers were taut and straight as he clasped his tray. He Shuyu stroked her ring slowly and thought to herself – young people nowadays are quite stubborn. He Shuyu helped him up by putting her hands on his shoulders, pushing a business card into his suit pocket and whispered into his ear in full view of everyone. “Here’s my contact...