"I don't want a quiet table. When we come to a bar, we should be more lively!" Xia Xue was out of character today. She walked toward a seat near the stage.
The waiter looked helplessly at Yang Ming and didn't know what to do.
"Then let's sit here." Yang Ming smiled and waved at the waiter. It seemed that Xia Xue's recent pressure was really heavy. Otherwise, she would not use this way to vent her stress.
On the dance floor, there were deafening heavy metal music and flickering lights. Under the lights, a group of young men and women were dancing wildly. They shouted in some inexplicable voices like they had gone wild, but it was best to relieve the stresses in their bodies.
Most of these people were white-collar workers who worked under pressure during the day. At night, they used this method to vent.
The air was full of agitation and eroticism, indulging in luxury, bizarre and motley. The dazzling disco lights were everywhere.
