Afternoon.
It was getting warmer in the house.
Maybe the air conditioner settings were too high, or it could be a matter of passion.
Zhang Ye's neck was feeling sweaty, so he removed his thinly knitted top layer. He was still wearing a T-shirt underneath. Then, he continued to put his hand inside Dong Shanshan's qipao thigh slit. Bit by bit, he pushed it further in. His left hand lifted the wine glass from the coffee table using its stem.
"Here?"
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
Cling, their glasses touched and they had some red wine.
Dong Shanshan leaned forward and flipped open the laptop that Zhang Ye had put on the coffee table. She switched it on, "Can we surf the internet?"
"Of course." Zhang Ye answered.
"Eh, it's disconnected?" Dong Shanshan asked.
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "Log in again and it’ll be fine."
Dong Shanshan smiled. "You've switched off your phone and even disconnected from the internet... are you trying to isolate yourself?"
