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A man fully dressed like a Korean pretty boy, but whose face was as bumpy as a honeycomb, wore an expression of crude charm, smiling at Leng Wanxin with dead fish-like eyes as if he were being affectionate.
Leng Wanxin felt a chill of disgust and turned her head, ignoring him.
The man wasn't willing to give up and directly reached out to touch her shoulder.
He thought that a woman like Leng Wanxin, drinking alone in a bar at midnight, must be lonely after a breakup. Moreover, considering himself handsome, he believed that a slight flirtation would make the woman easily take the bait.
His buddies had told him that when it comes to dealing with women, there is no need for any tricks; a simple, crude, and bold approach was sufficient.
As his hand landed on Wanxin's shoulder, she felt nauseated.
Fortunately, having had a few drinks and feeling the alcohol surge, without a word, she grabbed the bottle on the table and smashed it over the man's head...
