"Well, I was feeling bored, so I called a few friends to hang out at the bar," explained Song Enya, and after a pause, she parted her red lips again. "Would you like to have a drink together, Brother Yancheng?"
The question was asked in such a soft and gentle manner that her voice sounded absolutely enchanting.
The man hummed an acknowledgment readily before leaning against the couch comfortably. "Okay, let's have a drink together."
As she slowly filled the two glasses with alcohol, she glanced sideways and noticed that the man had shut his eyes for a quick blink. He seemed to be slightly tipsy, so he did not bother with what she was doing.
A cold, unfeeling smirk crept up her face as she pulled out a tiny vial, which was only half the size of her finger, from between her bosoms and carefully dripped a drop of its liquid content onto her finger before she rimmed it lightly around one of the wine glasses.
