Soon, the gorgeous woman returned carrying cocktails.
Cloudy Cocktail, a rather distinctive kind of drink, gives off a faint white mist and has a pleasant aroma.
"Any other orders, sir?" the woman continued to ask.
"Not yet," Wu Heng replied shaking his head with a smile.
The woman glanced around at the other patrons, seeing no new customers, she took a seat next to the sofa, asking with a smile, "Is it your first time here?"
"Yes, I seldom hang around here."
"Then you must be living in the central district, nothing like these mercenaries around here," the woman claimed.
"Oh? How do you figure?" Wu Heng asked, looking at her.
The woman leaned forward, trying to keep her voice low, "If you observe their tone and gestures, and even their skin, you can tell right away that you are not a mercenary."
"By your words, it seems to be true," Wu Heng raised his glass and took a sip, asking, "So what's your name?"
"Bella! Do you think it sounds nice?"
