"Do you want to go to bed with me?" The cynical man, smoking a cigarette and wrapped in a turtleneck sweater, nestled in the leather sofa of the bar and stared at the girl opposite with a playful expression.
As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, the person opposite tightened his back and silently drank the last sip of milk in his hand. Sighing and shaking his head, Tang Mian smiled bitterly and looked at the dim-looking person hidden behind the smoke. "You have to tell me your real name, right?"
"Zhang Chuci." The low but not hoarse voice reached her ears through the noisy environment, unexpectedly clear.
Intention: freedom