"Here you go."
Qiao Si had a waiter bring over a glass of milk and handed it to Ye Xiao.
"I don't want it."
Ye Xiao looked at the glass of milk with disdain.
She wasn't a child, and she didn't want to drink milk, sorry to her identity.
"What do you want to drink?"
Qiao Si's voice was low and magnetic, and he was very patient with her.
The other girls in the private room looked at Ye Xiao with envious eyes.
His voice was so pleasant to listen to, truly masculine, and their hearts were almost bursting.
If he spoke to them like that, they would drink poison without hesitation.
"I want to drink alcohol."
Ye Xiao was very dissatisfied with the drink she had at the bar; she wanted alcohol, strong liquor.
"You're still young, drinking isn't suitable."
Qiao Si's voice was tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"I could be your ancestor. In my eyes, you're the one who's young."
Ye Xiao said while enjoying the close-up view of Qiao Si.
