"I've already guessed," Lin Yi took a sip of beer, "don't rush, let's first see what's going on."
Jiawei lit a cigarette, sauntering over to the inside of the bar counter.
At that moment, his gaze landed on Luo Qi.
Despite not being able to see those smooth, round thighs, those full peaks and her pretty melon-seed face struck him with awe.
It was rare to see such top-notch beauty at the West Coast Bar.
But soon, his gaze shifted to Lin Yi, revealing a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Jiawei took out a cocktail shaker and added more than a dozen different types of alcohol, showing off quite a few bartending tricks.
After a little over ten minutes, he crafted a pink and blue cocktail and gently pushed it toward Luo Qi.
"Beauty, this cocktail is called 'Paris Lover,'" he said. "I personally think it suits your aura perfectly. This drink's on me."
A smile appeared at the corner of Luo Qi's mouth, her eyes carrying a touch of haziness as she looked at Jiawei and said,
