"Beautiful, why don't you hang out with us for a while?" a man with a tattoo of an earthworm on his arm said, reaching out toward Murong Yue's face.
"Get lost, I'm not in a good mood today!" Murong Yue really was in a terrible mood. She had come here to drink and vent, but she hadn't expected to encounter some thugs.
"Oh, feisty, huh? But the feistier you are, the more fun we'll have later!" the man laughed as if he could already see the beauty under him in his mind.
Click!
At that moment, a broken bottle came crashing down on his head, and he slumped to the ground!
"How come you're this drunk?" Bai Xiaofan asked softly, wrapping his arm around Murong Yue's shoulders.
"Huh? Is that you?" Murong Yue, her eyes bleary, looked at Bai Xiaofan and then hooked her arms around his neck, half-drunk and half-awake.
Wowza!
This direct?
Isn't that a bit much, especially for a decent man? How embarrassing!
