SLAVE LUNA
William sat lazily on the sofa and joked, “Dave, you’ve been in the headlines quite a lot lately. Even reporters these days have no professional ethics—how could I not notice the scent of women lingering here at Bay Toon?”
Dave’s gaze was dark and silent. He glanced at the beer bottle William had opened but said nothing. William didn’t mind; they were such close friends that he felt completely at ease. Dave was looking at him, and William found himself thinking—how could a clean-cut man like Dave ever bring a woman home?
William blinked and said, “Women in Shanghai these days are really something. They’re all scrambling to climb into your bed. There was one who didn’t succeed and even asked
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