Zheng Meng had been quite popular in the entertainment industry lately, so many people in the bar recognized him. As soon as he said that, suggestive catcalls and cheers erupted from all around.
Some people even craned their necks to look up at the second floor.
Jiang Qingli: "..."
Jiang Qingli lowered her head wordlessly, trying to hide her face.
A hand resting behind her rose before she could, its long, slender fingers spreading out to shield her from the psychedelic lights and prying eyes.
The young man's breath was light against her ear. "Enjoying the show?"
"You're asking a question you already know the answer to." Jiang Qingli pursed her lips. "He's not my type."
The young man's breathing grew softer. He seemed to want to ask something, but after a moment's hesitation, he swallowed his words.
Jiang Qingli grabbed his hand, raising it a little higher. "Quick, quick, help me hide my face! Someone's taking pictures."
