In China, there was a saying that one's handwriting is a reflection of the person. Xiao Zhuo's 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony was very grand; all the young ladies and young masters of North America were in attendance. The words that Xiao Zhuo penned during the party was sold for a high price of five million yuan. As for whether the calligraphy was worth that much money, that was up for debate.
The corners of Xiao Zhuo's mouth curled up. He did not expect Xing Shu to know this. "It's not as complicated as you think. I just think it's very interesting to have sex on the piano. Different bodies, different forces can create different melodies. Coupled with a glass of red wine… watching the white keys gradually turn red. Don't you think it's beautiful?"
Xing Shu: "???" She had never been so speechless in her life! She almost could not hide the expression on her face! How typical of the wildest scion in the North American upper-class social circle!
