In the evening, Liu Hengyuan entered the bar, planning to drink a few glasses. Ever since he had slept with Li Youxi, he had been filled with guilt, and the oppression kept him up at night. He needed the numbness that alcohol provided.
Just as he was about to make his way to the VIP booth, a familiar figure caught his eye in the edge of his vision. Turning his head, he saw Li Youxi sitting on a sofa in the corner, drinking merrily with several men.
Seeing Li Youxi's attire, Liu Hengyuan frowned. The fabric of her clothes was pitifully scarce, constantly at risk of revealing too much, a stark contrast to her usual style.
"Here, Miss Youxi, I toast to you!"
A man holding a glass of alcohol leaned in, while his other hand was wandering up and down Li Youxi's back, which she didn't seem to mind at all.
Liu Hengyuan's frown deepened even more at the sight.
"Oh, thank you!"
Li Youxi giggled, lifting her glass and downing it in one impressive gulp.
