Those gay bars were nothing. In China, they would not just pull guests inside, but this was Sinjuku.
Sister Xue was a feisty lady, so people liked her at such bars, and Qin Guan was a handsome guy.
Lesbians dressed decently, but gay men were a different story. In Qin Guan’s opinion, Japanese gay men stood out among gay men all over the world. They wore pink feather coats, mohawk hairstyles and strange earrings. They looked like they were celebrating Halloween.
Qin Guan and Sister Xue ran back to their hotel as fast as they could. They laughed loudly in the hotel hallway. They were happy again after that depressing meeting. There were countless magical stories to tell in that country.
At the capital airport, Cong Nianwei was waiting silently in the arrival hall.
