On the huge LCD screen, a group of blond girls were dancing and posing. I glanced at the crystal square ashtray and roughly counted, I had smoked seven or eight cigarettes.
There is already a hint of tobacco bitterness in your mouth.
I, Shuishui, am an ordinary bartender at a nightclub. What I am waiting for is a man named Lian Wenkai, the eldest son of the Lian Group who can turn his hands into clouds and rain.
Why wait for him? I don't know when it started, it has become a habit.
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If I hadn't met him, what kind of drama would my life have been like, how it would have started, and how it would have ended...