C181 Self-control

In a secluded, low-profile, luxurious courtyard in Yangon Town, Jin Qing sat lazily on a soft couch, a desk in front of him, a table with cold tea and a stack of exquisite desserts on it.

He placed one of his elbows on the table and used it as an axis to support his head. His other hand was fiddling with a piece of snack in the plate