"Can't you stay until the promotional tour is over?"
Yang Ying stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a lady’s cigarette. With one arm wrapped around her chest, she looked out at the view, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction and a sense of unfinished business.
Chen Ming rose from the sofa, glancing at the damp spot behind him with a look of distaste. He thought to himself that this sofa was likely ruined, but at least it wasn't in his own room.
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