A mixed underground bar.
Cong Yuzhou ordered a bottle of beer, handed it to Xie Sui, and persuaded: "Hey, Brother Sui, what do you think, is it interesting to always have trouble with a little girl? It's not good to have a reputation for bullying a girl."
Xie Sui took the beer and drank it all.
The orange liquid filled his hot throat, bringing a fine cooling sensation, and he thought of the girl's white skin, as if it could leave a mark with a single pinch.
Xie Sui threw the bottle aside, feeling a little irritable.
A fashionable young girl came over, sat beside Xie Sui, picked up his wine bottle frivolously, and poured herself a glass of wine: "Brother Sui, it's rare to come over and play, I'll toast you a glass."
The girl's voice was soft, and after drinking, she left red lips on the cup.
Xie Sui picked up the corner of his eyes and felt sick. Without saying a word, he lifted his leg and pushed away the high stool the girl was leaning on.