"This..." Lin Chuan looked awkwardly at Fang Yuan.
"It's fine, let's keep drinking." A hint of disappointment flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.
Actually, Fang Yuan was a very beautiful and sexy woman. In the bar, who knows how many men wanted to get close to her. Unfortunately, Fang Yuan never gave any man a chance. But Lin Chuan's arrival had penetrated her heart. Perhaps at first, she only wanted to complete the organization's mission. Later, however, everything changed. She had fallen head over heels for Lin Chuan, an assassin, to actually fall for a man. What a laughable situation it was.
The two of them kept drinking from early evening until late into the night.
Fang Yuan was tipsy and muddled, and Lin Chuan also felt a fiery heat throughout his body, his skin flushed and feeling like his blood was burning.
