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... ergetic music was perpetual.
Jiang Zhi sat at the bar counter, holding a glass of Long Island iced tea in one hand, and supporting her head with the other hand. She narrowed her eyes slightly, admiring the bodies on the dance floor.
She was a little drunk, and her beautiful eyes were misty.
“Another.” 𝒇𝘳𝐞𝚎𝓌𝑒𝑏𝒏𝑜𝙫ℯl.c𝚘𝒎
Jiang Zhi pushed the glass to the bartender.
As a “Socialite,” she had always been asked to be a perfect vase, and she had never ...
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