Did you bring the medicine?

"I bring it with me, I bring it with me every day."

"Great, then you go ahead, I'll distract her. We'll split the profits fifty-fifty!" With that, the man smiled obsequiously and walked to Lin Yang's side, clinging to her and starting to chat about this and that.

The man was tall and strong, with a broad back; he was one of the more masculine-looking men in the private room.

His humorous manner and interesting topics made Lin Yang laugh heartily.

Suddenly, a thin man who had been hiding in the corner and hadn't spoken to Lin Yang stepped forward, holding a colorless cocktail in his hand.

"Sister...sister, could you...do me the honor of having a drink of my wine?" He was a little nervous and stammered.

He kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look up and meet Lin Yang's gaze.

"Am I scary?" Lin Yang teased him, refusing to take the colorless cocktail.

"No...no, it's not...it's not scary." The thin man swallowed hard, still stammering.

"Then why don't you dare look at me?" Lin Yang extended an index finger, lifted the thin man's chin, and forced him to look at her.

The people in the private room were all proactive and had spoken to her, but Lin Yang seemed to have no recollection of this man.

Carefully examining the face of the person forced to raise their head, it resembled a frightened fawn, with slightly red eyes, wide eyes, and eyes still brimming with tears, looking down without daring to meet Lin Yang's gaze.

"Pfft." Seeing him like this, Lin Yang couldn't help but laugh. His breath smelled of alcohol, but he was still clear-headed. "You know what? You're like a little deer right now. Compared to you, I'm like a hungry tiger, wanting to devour you in one gulp."

As soon as Lin Yang uttered this analogy, several of the bolder men around him couldn't help but laugh along.

They smiled, and the thin man tried to lower his head even further, but Lin Yang stopped him with her index finger.

The hand holding the wine glass trembled nervously under the intense gazes of those around him.

The colorless liquid trembled along with the trembling hand, splashing onto the cup wall and swaying back and forth.

"I was just kidding, don't shake." Lin Yang released her hand from the thin man's chin, grasped his wrist, and told him to steady himself.

"Sister, drink...drink some wine..." The man felt like he had been granted a pardon when his chin was released. He quickly lowered his head even further and raised his hand even higher so that the wine glass could reach Lin Yang's lips.

Lin Yang glanced down at the colorless wine in the glass, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "How about this, you take a sip, and I'll take a sip too, okay?"

So shy, it's quite fun to tease her a bit.

Upon hearing Lin Yang's words, the thin man thought she had noticed something and almost dropped the wine in his hand in a guilty conscience.

Lin Yang gripped his wrist tightly. "Why are you shaking? Don't you want to share a drink with me, or are you just too scared to drink?"

"Sister, Zhou Zhou is a coward, so please don't tease him." The very masculine man smiled and spoke up for Zhou Zhou.

"So your name is Zhou Zhou?" Lin Yang leaned forward, her red lips parted slightly, her breath reeking of alcohol on Zhou Zhou's face.

"Yes, Zhou Zhou." Zhou Zhou nervously swallowed and repeated her name.

"Zhou Zhou, will you do me the honor of asking me to do this?" Lin Yang glanced at the wine in Zhou Zhou's hand, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Ahem..." The very masculine man coughed lightly, as if he was about to speak up for Zhou Zhou again.

Lin Yang reached out to stop him, "Let Zhou Zhou talk, you shut up."