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Liu Mingyan laughs, a tiny thing, mostly air, that shifts her veil so it sways. "Guo Tanglang would have mixed feelings about being the final straw, I'm sure. That's his ninety-ninth wife—she's marvelously tall." And one of the newest additions to Liu Mingyan's nocturnal social calendar. She shakes her head. "I meant—" adopting Janet's bluntness, "—how it is possible for anyone with a pulse not to be interested in women."