Su Fanxing was already accustomed to her good friend's strange attention. She narrowed her eyes hidden behind the mask and turned around noncommittally to confirm that she would not be exposed if she went out like this.
The dense and fine tassels are dotted with diamonds, which make your legs feel itchy when you touch them.
She had a similar figure to Qu Tian, but she had lost a lot of weight recently. The tight-fitting waist-hugging skirt she was wearing had a large area missing at the waist.
"Bob, I'm really afraid you'll break your waist."
Qu Tian reached out and pinched Su Fanxing's soft waist without a trace of fat, and the sourness was almost overflowing from his eyes.
In order to strive for perfection, she pretended to be sophisticated, supporting her chin with one hand, and looked at Su Fanxing's look in the mirror for a while. She found a few hairpins from the table beside her, folded the empty part of the skirt, and pinned it casually at the back.
Only then did he nod with satisfaction and set Su Fanxing free.
Seen from the front, the soft fabric is wrapped around the waist in a snug manner, with the superior curve converging at the waist. Anyone who sees it will be breathtaking.
The outfit was perfect, but when Qu Tian lowered his eyes and looked at the sneakers she had taken off to the side, he still clicked his tongue regretfully.
"How about asking the assistant to bring you a pair of high heels?"
"No need, it's just a waste of time." Su Fanxing has never been a shy person, and she wasn't really interested in parties anyway. If she hadn't been doting on Qu Tian, she wouldn't even bother changing her clothes.
She walked casually barefoot, reached out to play with her waist-length hair, and put some lipstick on her exposed lips.
Relying on the mask, no one could recognize her, so she opened the door and walked out brazenly.
The two of them walked down the stairs from the second floor, chatting intermittently, and did not notice the eyes of others on them.
Qu Tian's figure is not as hot as Su Fanxing's, but her legs are incredibly long. She wore black hot pants and sky-high heels, and she attracted most people's attention almost the moment she turned the corner.
When those people saw the woman in the red dress standing next to her, they were so surprised that they started whispering and talking to each other.
After all, this is Yunse Bar, not a place where ordinary people can enter casually.
All the young masters and playboys were brainstorming frantically. Where did these two top-notch people in Hong Kong come from?
This mask party was quite a big deal. Su Fanxing squinted her eyes and looked around casually. In the short time they were changing clothes, the booths were almost full.
Of course, they don't have to worry about having no place to sit.
As soon as the two appeared in everyone's sight, many rich young men were already ready to rush forward and chat with the two characters.
Among them, there is naturally Wen Qisheng, a well-known playboy in the Hong Kong circle who loves to organize parties.
He was hugging a girl he had just fallen in love with today. As everyone was whispering, he subconsciously looked up at the stairs to the second floor.
In the dim light, two gorgeous roses, one black and one red, were particularly dazzling.
Even though he had seen countless women and was currently holding a top-notch one, he couldn't help but marvel at the exclamations.
But... there was a figure of a woman wearing dark blue feathers, who looked surprisingly familiar.
I guess it’s someone he once dated.
He tilted his head back and took a sip of the whiskey in his glass, searching through the list of ex-girlfriends in his mind, but he couldn't remember who it was.
"Qi Sheng, are you interested again?" Seeing his eyes on the two figures, the person who took the initiative to smile and joked was Wen Yi.
Except for his cousin Wen Yi and Zhou Moshi, whom he couldn't afford to offend, no one at the table dared to speak to him like that.
"A night of spring is worth a thousand gold. I don't want to be like someone else, a lonely frog—" Wen Qisheng didn't care at all, and even glanced at Zhou Moshi who was sitting in the hustle and bustle, looking lifeless.
Every time he goes out to play, he looks half dead.
No one says he is the living devil. Every time he sits in a dimly lit bar, it feels like he is in the underworld. There is almost no living thing within a five-mile radius.
Only Wen Yi dared to sit next to him.
Wen Qisheng was no longer surprised by this person's behavior and was used to it.
He reached out and picked up his own black mask from the table, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to stand up.
Suddenly, the mask was snatched from his fingertips.
“???” A big question mark popped up in Wen Qisheng’s little mind.
A curse word was stuck in his throat and almost blurted out, but when he saw that the person who did it was Zhou Moshi with a gloomy face, he swallowed it back.
Before he could ask, the tall figure plunged into the crowd without hesitation and was submerged in the darkness.
"...Fuck." Wen Qisheng slapped his forehead suddenly and suddenly figured it out.
He said that the woman looked so familiar because of her figure.
If it’s not Su Fanxing, who else could it be?
The truth was revealed, and Wen Qisheng, who knew this man's character very well, sat back in his original seat with understanding.
She then grabbed Wen Yi, who was trying to chase Zhou Moshi, and shook her head calmly. "Sister, that person treats him differently. You can't stop him."
"Nonsense!" Wen Yi always prided herself on being more mature and sophisticated than everyone else in her circle, and now, relying on her status as an older sister, she gritted her teeth and scolded. "You know Su Fanxing has been lying to him all along. We've been friends for so many years, are you really going to sit back and do nothing?"
Before she finished her words, she saw Wen Qisheng's eyes looking at her, full of complexity.
He spoke sincerely, lowering his tone and speaking more seriously than ever before: "Who do you think could have deceived Zhou Moshi if he wasn't willing?"
"......" Wen Yi's expression became even uglier.
On the other side, Qu Tian was having a great time.
Who would have thought that this person who usually looks weak and cries easily would become completely inhuman after drinking.
This was only the warm-up stage, and she had already relaxed and immersed herself in the crowd on the dance floor, not even knowing her own name.
In comparison, Su Fanxing, who was drinking alone, looked much more peaceful at this moment.
She was half leaning on the high chair, with one round white toe on the ground and the other foot casually placed on the beam in the middle of the chair, making her already slender legs look even longer.
The sparse tassels scattered on the white and tender thighs are like icing sugar sprinkled on cream, tempting to commit a crime.
The dim light shone on the places that her mask could not cover. Her lips, as red as cherries, were shimmering with moisture. Just looking at them gave people a very sweet feeling.
However, her back was very straight, and from a distance, she looked so elegant that people dared not touch her easily.
In fact, this is true.
Several men came forward and wanted to have a drink with her, but they all failed.
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