When Yang Wei saw the girl for the first time, she was drinking, her hair was tied back, and she was wearing a black and red cheongsam, which looked out of place with her surroundings. But what attracted him was not the sense of disobedience in her body, but the loneliness and sadness in her eyes. He understood the feeling of getting drunk alone.
Yang Wei came to the bar and sat on the seat next to Yue Yue. "Whiskey without ice" Yue Yue turned his head, looked at Yang Wei, and returned his eyes to his drink. If you order this kind of strong drink, this man either frequents bars and has an amazing drinking capacity, or he comes here to get drunk. Or maybe he wanted to openly let her drink strong wine and get drunk. Then, get into bed. No matter which one, Yue Yue thought, he couldn't deal with it. However, to her surprise, his first words were
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