He Xing finally squeezed out from the encircling crowd of stunning beauties with hot figures, scanning the bar for sights that were a barrage to his eyes, the cacophony of colors from the dazzling lights, the women writhing in the dance area like a tangled mass of serpents, and the men and women by the bar either downing shots or locked in kisses.
The Liangtao Bar was as lively as ever, yet as his gaze swept across the scene, he couldn't spot the woman he couldn't forget, even in his dreams.
"Damn it, she ran off again?"
A cold light shot out from He Xing's eyes, a fierce wish igniting within him to reduce these mingling men and women to ashes.
The sultry bar seemed to drop in temperature suddenly, and those close to He Xing even felt goosebumps forming on their arms.
"Smack!" With force, he set down his glass, ready to go find that woman who always seemed to dodge him upon sight.
Suddenly, a slender hand landed on his shoulder.
