The light in the box of Yuncheng Yese Bar is dim.
A woman wearing a light blue short skirt walks towards the man, hugs his waist and acts in a spoilt way: "Childe Chu, why are you drinking alone?"
The long, straight eyelashes of the Chu Mochen droop unhappily. His voice is cold and indifferent: "Loosen your hands."
The woman acts spoilt with grievances: "Childe Chu, you dislike me?"
"I said, loosen your hands!"
His voice is faint, as if with no strength. However, it makes the entire dim room a pool of ice water.
The woman hesitates for a moment, bites her lower lip and takes back the arm wrapping around Chu Mochen's waist.
"Childe Chu...I..."
"You don't have to talk. Just sit here quietly."
Yao Mimi blinks her big eyes and then lowers her eyelashes slowly.
The thick eyelashes cas
