The nightclub that should have been incredibly familiar and made her linger now felt somewhat alien as she stood among it, staring at the excited faces that seemed vaguely recognizable.
A table full of drinks was called over by Xu Sicong, and he lit a cigarette for her. Anjiu reflexively took it and had a puff before she realized it, but by then, snuffing it out would have been too embarrassing, so she stubbornly smoked on, deciding to rinse out later.
"That's more like it! Why the temper, huh? Are you mad because I haven't come to see you these past few days? I won't do it again, I promise. I'll stay with you every day, okay? CHANEL has got this new bag that would look great on you. I'll take you to see it someday!" Men spew sweet nothings so naturally, not even blinking an eye.
But Anjiu wasn't the least bit moved. So unoriginal; she could sweet-talk girls better herself.
