Half an hour later, Gu Yao was lying on the cold bar counter, her eyes half-open and half-closed, mumbling unclearly.
"...What's so bad about me? Tell me, can't I change?"
"What do you really like..."
Seeing his opportunity, the sleazy man pressed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked toward Gu Yao in front of the bar.
Shortly after, the intoxicated Gu Yao was helped up by the man, half-hugged and half-carried out of the bar.
Gu Yao's legs were weak, and her head was dizzy. Although she was unconscious, she knew someone was taking her away.
Her brain sounded an alarm, and she tried to pry off the ill-intentioned hand on her waist, but she had no strength.
"...Let go of me."
Gu Yao struggled in vain as the man dragged her outside.
"Let go? I've been watching you for half an hour, and you think I'll let you go? Dream on. What time is it to still act so aloof?" the sleazy man laughed with a face full of lecherous disdain.
