She gave him an unforgettable coming-of-age gift.
Feng Yueming closed his eyes for a moment and quickly pulled his thoughts back. Nicotine no longer worked, he found himself thinking of her more and more frequently.
Dropping the half-smoked cigarette into the trash can, he walked through the bar's hall.
But the next second, his steps faltered because he saw the girl.
Mi Yao was selling her wine to a bald man with a thick gold necklace around his neck, "Sir, this is a wine brewed by a vineyard in France, it has a very good taste, would you like to buy a bottle?"
The bald man's mouth watered at the sight of Mi Yao's delicate and beautiful face, "Little beauty, I can buy your wine, ah, I'll take the whole box."
"Really? Sir, thank you," Mi Yao bowed to the bald man.
"But first, let me touch you," the bald man pulled Mi Yao onto his lap and leaned toward her small face to kiss.