"I'm bragging to you! With our faces and mouths, it takes three days! Three days at most! We are destined to get Su Ya, the flower of the high mountains in our school!"
The neon lights in the bar were dizzying. Pei Yuan was holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, resting his elbows on the armrests of the booth, spitting all over the faces of the two brothers opposite him. This guy was wearing a floral shirt with two buttons open at the collar, and his hair was combed like a chicken coop. He was a typical modern social animal letting himself go - after all, he had just finished a three-hour shift, and if he didn't brag a few words to vent his anger, he would have to hold back his internal injuries.
