It was night.
In the bar, the lights were red and green, and it was grotesque.
The air was mixed with the smell of cigarettes and wine. The music was played to the maximum, almost deafening.
The blurry and dim lights were like a bloodthirsty demon, baring its teeth and scattering on the noisy and crazy dance floor, making it look even more dispirited.
"Sir, do you need any special services?"
"Sir, please."
His young and tender voice echoed in the noisy bar again and again.
It seemed to be a little bitter.
However, he was exceptionally determined.
Yan Siyi, a clean girl, with a delicate and pure face like a porcelain doll, dressed in a simple and elegant floral dress, with a head of delicate and clean neat hair that only went slightly past her ears.
The faint voice had a special feeling. It was neither happy nor sad because it was extremely faint and direct.
