"How much for a night, Miss?"
Zhu Meina quickly stood up and yanked her dress down, her face in turns black and red. She reeked of alcohol, but it seemed like she was very drunk. She still knew shame, as well as how to glare.
By that time, Lu Yi was far gone. Zhu Meina grounded her teeth. She had tried every method there was, but Lu Yi just didn't bite the bait. What else can she do? It's not as if she could just strip and throw herself into him.
She tightened her hands at the side of her body, tugging her dress down lest that the nasty men took advantage of her.
Lu Yi walked on. His missus's birthday was coming, and he planned to buy her a gift, but he didn't know what to buy. He had been pondering for days to no avail.
As he was deep in thought, someone reached out from behind him. Narrowing his eyes, he intuitively caught the hand and did an overhead throw on the attacker.
"Ah…!" wailed a woman.
