Wang Zhong: "You...shouldn't keep squeezing your chest like that; it might get deformed."
"Ha, I'll squeeze if I want! It's my own chest. If I want to use it as a cushion, I will! Squeeze, squeeze!"
Ludmila: "If you squeeze it like that, it's going to look bad later. And lying like that will make your spine crooked. It might be terribly painful in the future."
"I know." Olga straightened up, sitting prim and proper.
Wang Zhong: "Is it really okay for you to be loafing around at my estate like this?"
"No problem, there haven't been too many documents needing my approval lately. Belinsky is preparing."
Preparing for a political transition, indeed it was something he would do.
After Tugenev retired, there was no one in Yeburg capable of counterbalancing Belinsky.
Olga stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Have you ever been to Sessus by the White Sea? I heard the scenery there is really nice, very suitable for vacations. You should build a villa there!"
