In the bar, the singer in the hall was passionately roaring rock music.
Su Yiyi sat alone on the high platform, holding back for a long time, and ordered a cocktail as she had seen on TV.
Today, she wore a floral short skirt specially for Qin Feng. Her fair thighs were crossed, youthful and beautiful, without any adornments, exuding a fresh vibe.
Previously, she wouldn't even touch such a short skirt, let alone wear it out.
Unexpectedly, today she was completely infuriated.
This liar, deceived her time and again, almost driving her to death.
She pouted her small mouth and drank the cocktail in one gulp.
Sweet, numbing, with a hint of alcohol, not as hard to drink as she imagined.
At this moment, a handsome young man sat down; his nose was high, his eyes blue, looking like a mixed-race, waved for a whiskey.
After the server brought it over, he also served Su Yiyi a glass.
She frowned and said, "I didn't order any drinks?"
