Luo Qinghe had had just enough to drink to straddle the line between sober and tipsy, clamoring to go to a bar. No matter how Su Cheng tried to dissuade him, it was no use. Worried that Luo Qinghe might get into trouble going to a bar alone, Su Cheng had no choice but to follow.
The streets were in the midst of the bitter cold of late winter, but within the bar, it was as if summer had arrived. The stage was graced with a dancer in a steel pipe dance, clad in a short skirt; men and women in the dance floor were dressed for warmer weather, in short sleeves, spaghetti straps, and shorts, their pale arms and legs particularly striking under the lights.
Su Cheng helped Luo Qinghe get settled at a spot next to the bar. Before they even ordered drinks, the bartender brought each of them a cocktail, nodding toward a nearby table, "Those ladies invited you to drink."
