The other person plunked their buttocks directly onto the table, "Coming to a place like this and not drinking? Or should we go somewhere else to have fun?"
Leh Ying retreated fearfully.
Henry bent down and leaned close, Leh Ying catching the strong scent of alcohol on him, overpowering and unpleasant.
It lacked the enchanting faint whiff of the gentleman from Forty-Nine City.
Henry was full of playful mockery, whistling rakishly. The sound made Leh Ying cough.
"How about we take a picture to commemorate this?"
Henry reached out and played with the camera she was carrying. Leh Ying immediately grabbed the strap and pulled it back, clutching the camera to her chest.
"What do you want to do."
Herny, drunk as a skunk, looked at her with clarity in his speech, "I just want to be friends with you, don't be nervous."
His aim was Leh Ying, not Li Ting and the others.
When Li Ting left, Henry didn't even glance her way, not stopping her in the slightest.
