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Extreme Addiction

Leh Ying found herself acquainted with the higher echelons she should not aspire to, and when the profligate young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had no escape. A fleeting glimpse of Young Master Xu, Xu Jingxi's appearance, had her heart fluttering, and her spirit moved; the Xu family was the center of power within Forty-Nine City, and only he could change the game. On a snowy night, by the door of the Mercedes Benz G Class, she tiptoed and gently cupped her palm to light a cigarette for Xu Jingxi. The man’s lips leisurely wrapped around the cigarette, and he leaned slightly towards her. His clear-cut face partially lowered into the backlight’s shadow, the flame at the tip of the cigarette flickered faintly between them. When he finally looked up, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he asked in a rising inflection, “What do you want?” Leh Ying, “Only what you can give.” Others quickly realized, “That Xu Jingxi, born into high chambers, his flesh and bones saturated with a profound desire for power. For someone like him, even feelings are superfluous. What do you have to gamble your status with him?” Keeping her by his side was merely Xu Jingxi’s pastime for his loneliness. He was accustomed to acting out scenes, she never sought status, and turned to leave the capital to hold an art exhibition. Just as she packed and entered the elevator, Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center, his index finger slowly hooking the fine bone necklace at the front of her neck and gently pulling her back as she moved to step out. ** That Valentine's Day night, within the Third Ring, luxury hotels were fully booked, and some witnessed the entire BVG Hotel being reserved by Young Master Xu. What left the deepest impression on Leh Ying was the man half-kneeling on the bed, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, biting on a pen cap, and picking up a Thin Gold Calligraphy Style brush to inscribe three characters along the edge of her collarbone—Xu Jingxi.

Shi Jingjing · Urbano
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Does it hurt?

The art exhibition went smoothly, and Leh Ying returned to East Market, bringing cough lozenges for her grandmother.

Her grandmother, touching her head, struggled with her memory and couldn't remember her. One moment she called her Yingying, another moment she used her mother's maiden name, and yet another, she called her Bouncing. They conversed for a while before her grandmother had a moment of clarity, only to forget again shortly after. This comfortable and familiar life seemed like the place she was meant to be all her life.

When she was about to leave, she took two boxes of cough drops and put them in her bag. Her grandmother squinted at her actions, making her feel like a thief.

Leh Ying squatted beside her grandmother's wheelchair and explained, "I have a friend who loves to smoke, I'll let him try them."

"Take them," her grandmother said with a smile, her hand resting on her cane as she watched her. "Is he a very good friend?"