36. You were the first to do this
A few minutes later, Deng Shilang said hello to Lu An and asked for someone to take his place. He brought the drinks and sat down. There were four people at the table, right by the sea of clouds at Victoria Harbour.
Yao Ling and Pierre were speaking Italian, whispering to each other, sitting very close together. Liang Litang shook his liquor and said to Deng Shilang, "I don't understand."
"Do you remember that we had a classmate in finance who could speak Italian?" Deng Shilang watched them chatting, picked up his wine and drank, and suddenly thought of this.
"I know. Isn't his girlfriend very close to Gigi? She's a psychology major." Liang Litang didn't notice that Deng Shilang was already halfway through his drink. When he noticed, he stopped him: "Hey, hey, drink too fast and you'll get drunk."
Deng Shilang put it down and said, "It's okay."
Later, they switched to English. Deng Shilang knew a little about Pierre: he'd studied at the University of Paris I, had studied French, and now lived in Milan as a writer. Seeing that Pierre was almost done with his drink, Deng Shilang went to get him a refill of his spritzer and left his seat.
As soon as he came back, he heard Liang Litang ask in English: "Did you kiss?"
"She has principles," Pierre said indifferently.
"Maybe I'll take it if I do it tonight." Yao Ling said casually.
Pierre laughed, "I don't believe it."
Deng Shilang sat down again, looked at the two of them, and asked, "How did you know each other?"
"I met her at the magazine. She came to proofread the photos, and I happened to be discussing the finalization of the article with the editor. That's how we met." Pierre was very relaxed.
"They match very well." Deng Shilang nodded.
Yao Ling remained silent, her heart growing colder as she watched him. Soon, more customers arrived, and Deng Shilang returned to the bar to bustle. The three of them moved around, showcasing Hong Kong's nightlife.
Liang Litang was bound to be sent away, so he sent the two of them to Pierre's hotel.
Yao Ling said goodbye. The alcohol had not yet taken over her mind, and she was very sober. She got out of the car and pulled Pierre into the elevator.
"Rosalie, I don't believe you can abstain from sex in Hong Kong." Pierre took off his glasses and kissed her neck in the elevator.
"You're right." Yao Ling accepted his kiss and said, "You can't abstain from sex either."
"Only three weeks. Sometimes I need to abstain from sex when writing something serious."
"It made me feel bad." Yao Ling still had a calm expression.
Pierre shrugged. "I really don't mind you breaking the rules. Since you've broken them, you can kiss me."
When we got to his room, Yao Ling leaned against the door and said, "You told me before that you wanted to record a sex tape."
Pierre took off his jacket and sat on the coffee table, smiling like a child, "It seems you want to try everything tonight."
Yao Ling was melted by his smile. She walked over and lifted his chin. "I'll take the photo with my phone."
When we finished, it was already two in the morning.
Deng Shilang hadn't left the bar yet, still vaping on the terrace and chatting with customers. Talking about a particular wine, he went into the wine room to pick it up. The room was filled with racks of wine. He closed the door and suddenly heard a message on his phone. He opened it. It was an iMessage from a number starting with +39, and it contained a one-minute video.
He frowned at the video cover, a feeling of foreboding. He lowered the volume and opened it while standing by the wine rack. The video showed two people kissing, reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. Then, the angle changed, and the phone must have been propped up on the bedside table. Their faces weren't visible, but their sex positions were. He couldn't help but remember her breasts, and her hair, loose and swaying.
Deng Shilang clutched his phone tightly, his heart sinking, his entire body stiffening. He sneered, then smiled bitterly, nearly dropping his drink. He thought about her call last night. It turned out she'd memorized his number, but the first message she'd sent him was her sex tape. It was all blatant provocation.
Deng Shilang couldn't handle it anymore, so he opened the door and left a message for Lu An saying he was leaving. He called the number as soon as he left the bar, then got into the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the basement level while waiting for a response. He rarely cursed, but this was the first time he'd cursed so much.
Yao Ling didn't answer the phone.
Deng Shilang called Liang Litang again. When the call was connected, he asked, "Where is Yao Ling?"
"What's wrong? You sound very agitated, which is rare. What's going on?"
"I'll ask you again, where is Yao Ling?" Deng Shilang asked.
Liang Litang became anxious because of his questioning and told him the address: "Is she sick?"
Deng Shilang hung up, feeling the accumulator was going down very slowly, so he kept pressing it. He went to the garage, got his car, started it, and headed towards the address.
He connected his Bluetooth to make a call. When he stopped at a red light, he tapped the steering wheel and heard a beep. The call finally connected, and his voice was a little hoarse. "Where are you?"
"Preparing to go back to Tsim Sha Tsui." Yao Ling was sitting in the hotel lobby.
"I want your exact location."
"do what."
Deng Shilang said, "I don't have the patience to play with you now."
"Yeah."
"Try this again."
Yao Ling hung up the phone. Deng Shilang turned the steering wheel, entered the tunnel, stepped on the accelerator, opened the window, and let the wind in. He had never been so angry before, angry that she treated him like a toy, angry that she hurt herself again and again, and yet he still got hurt.
He drove to the hotel Liang Litang had mentioned, turned off the ignition, and walked into the lobby, where he saw her sitting there reading a book. He quickly walked over and pinched her chin. Her neck, collarbone, and chest were all covered in red marks.
"You must treat me like this." Deng Shilang was heartbroken. He thought he would go crazy when he saw her, but he didn't expect that she could still control her tone when speaking.
Yao Ling held the book in her hand and said, "You don't care. You were the one who acted like this first."
He let go of her chin and pulled her up. Her hair was completely disheveled, and her sunglasses were gone. When he arrived, he had been so angry that he had thrown his sunglasses under the car as a vent.
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