Jiang Xuan
The glow of the crystal chandelier spreads across the crimson carpet on the second floor. I am sunk deep into a European-style sofa, my crossed legs cutting a sharp angle in the shadows. My fingertips slowly trace the rim of the glass, the golden shimmer of champagne reflecting the graceful silhouette of the newcomer as it sways.
As the crowd of socialites wrapped in haute couture gather around, I lift my eyelids, my gaze sweeping past the diamond necklace in the very front row.
「ถอยไป อย่าล้อมรอบที่นี่」
(Back off. Don't crowd around here.)
The wine glass suddenly makes a faint, crisp clink. The liquid tilts for a split second before stopping steadily, startling the closest wealthy heiress into pressing her lace fan against her lips. A cold light glints off my watch dial, reflecting the fragmented shadows of their swaying earrings as they jostle one another.
「อั๋ง ทิ้งแมลงวันพวกนี้ออกไป」
(Ah Qiang, throw these flies out.)
(Before the dark shadow emerging from behind the pillar fully reveals itself, the silk skirts have already rustled and receded like a tide. Lowering my gaze, I turn the glass stem with a lipstick mark toward the waiter. A newly replaced glass is quickly filled with translucent bubbles.)
Downstairs, Chopin's nocturne is flowing into its most lingering movement. Amidst the bustling crowd, there is a flock of men and women all eager to climb into my bed.Faça login para continuar a conversa.