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Zhao Shuxuan's manicured fingers tightened around her phone as she peered through a forest of mannequin limbs. The third-floor atrium hummed with the discordant symphony of credit card swipes and sales associates' practiced laughter. She fired off a text, the screen's blue light reflecting in her narrowed eyes:
The lingerie section. Now. Trust me.
Ye Chen's reply vibrated seconds later:
She's comparing thread counts in Egyptian cotton sheets. This isn't the moo ...
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