Her unfocused gaze found clarity, breathing softly, a smile reappearing on her face, "Does it taste good?"
Mu Jin Huan tightened his arm around the woman's slender waist, his voice seemed infused with the rich aroma of the alcohol she tasted, low and husky, "Not bad."
Realizing the man's action, Nan Wan's smile suddenly froze, her fingers unconsciously clutching the man's suit, "This is a bar."
It's said that when a man is interested, he is not bound by the occasion or location.
She didn't reject his intimacy, but in this kind of place, she wouldn't...
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan's slightly closed black eyes opened, the initial agitation replaced by a chilling sharpness, with every corner of his eyes carrying a cold gleam.
Only a sheet of paper separated their lips, his indifferent voice slowly escaping, "So, Mrs. Mu knows this is a bar."
He's angry...
