Song City, Dahu District, Xinan Road, Money Tree Alley, crammed shanties.
A small kerosene lamp was lit, two young girls squeezed into the dim light, which seemed so faint and constricted the girls appeared to shrink into a tiny cardboard box.
"Qian Xia."
"Hmm?" Li Qianxia didn't look up, engrossed in a book she was reading, having recently gotten accustomed to the vertical typesetting.
Xu Fenfang sewed a few stitches in the clothes, then spoke, "Someone came looking for A'Qing again today, asking me to set you up with him."
Li Qianxia was quite popular.
Stripped of her garments, her figure could elicit cries of "sister, slay me" from other girls, and clothed, her shapely form could make any man swallow his saliva.
Her originally vibrant ponytail was now braided into a 1928-style braid. Sometimes the braid would hang between her breasts, the shape it pressed out radiating with life's allure.
