In the bar, the deafening music was incessant.
Xiao Yanli's assumption didn't suit Jiang Muwan, a heavy make-up to look like a seductress? No, no, no, it didn't exist.
She wasn't that diligent of a person.
Would that lazy person who lies in bed, too lazy to even get up for water when thirsty, bother to put on make-up just to go dancing?
Hardly likely.
Gu Jiangnian was crystal clear about this.
The colorful flashing lights, the smell of smoke and alcohol combined, men and women frantically swaying their bodies in the dancefloor, indulging in revelry – the scene was exhilarating no matter how you looked at it.
And Jiang Muwan?
She sat in the corner, seriously toying with a puppy, this one in front of her looked no more than a college student at first glance. It must be said, although slightly reluctant to ravage a flower of the motherland, he was genuinely naive.
