The bartender was stunned for a moment, didn't dare to chase after, and silently added the half bottle of liquor to Chu Yao's bill for the night.
The dance floor was filled with restless, twisting bodies; men and women were pressed close together. Under the cover of the dazzling multicolored lights and the ear-splitting heavy metal music, there were plenty of wandering hands hidden in the darkness.
Chu Yao joined in.
But no man dared to approach her.
There was no other reason than the fact that the bodyguards surrounding her were too intimidating. Not a single one of them danced or even swayed—they stood like battle robots poised there. If anyone dared to approach Chu Yao, they'd give a glance that shone like a searchlight.
Who would dare then?
But being a top-tier stunning female celebrity, everyone wanted to steal a glance.
