Chang Chi felt her ears burning up; the only man she had ever been in contact with was Hang Yishao. She had only ever kissed Hang Yishao, and had never been this close to him before.
The hot breath the man exhaled near her ear ignited the alcohol in her system, as if her body was filled with gasoline, explosively igniting in her mind with a boom.
"Mr. Shang," Chang Chi muttered, her hands still in the position of having pushed someone away. Through the touch of her hands, she could feel Shang Yin's heartbeat and the oppressive heat emanating from his body.
"I see you're not in a good mood tonight, perhaps we could talk," Shang Yin glanced behind him, the dancing crowd, where the figures of Fei Qing and Yan Wuxu were no longer visible. He was the behind-the-scenes owner of this PUB, and tonight he had just happened to invite Fei Qing over, not expecting to encounter Chang Chi.
