The man's face showed signs of not being able to hang on, and he walked away, clearly not content.
"Putting on airs, acting like what, a pure young girl? As if you don't know how many men have already had a go on that black wood ear fungus of yours."
"Coming to the bar every night to drink, and dressed so provocatively, you're the spitting image of someone who's unsatisfied."
"If I had the money, I'd definitely smack it right in her face and take her back home, make her crawl on the ground like a dog."
Whispers from some men around could be heard.
All of these men had hit on Luo Weiwei before, but they were coldly rejected with her customary "get lost," causing them to lose face.
Luo Weiwei had been coming to this bar every night to drink for nearly half a month now, and still no man had been able to pick her up.
What one cannot obtain is often the most precious.
