After being persuaded by everyone, the female classmate finally chose to stay. She sat uneasily on the black leather sofa, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, her eyes wandering around and she dared not look at the male PR.
A boy with short white hair walked towards her with a twist of his waist. A boy with short black hair also walked next to Sang Tianen, and started calling her "sister" in a cheesy way.
Sang Tianen glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Speak normally, don't use the clip tone."
The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled, his pair of gentle eyes rippling with smiles, which made Sang Tianen frown. Why did this guy's eyes look like Yan Zheng's, both of them were auspicious phoenix eyes.
When she thought of Yan Zheng, Sang Tianen became extremely unhappy. What did she do to make him hate her so much?
He didn't explain it clearly, leaving her confused. Now she didn't even feel like looking at handsome guys anymore. She even felt inexplicably irritated when she saw those similar eyes.
"Go, get me a bottle of beer." Since Zhou Feiyu spent the money, she must make the best use of it.
The boy obediently went to get a bottle of beer, pried open the lid and handed it to her, saying gently, "What else do you want?"
Sang Tianen took the beer and said to the boy, "Can you sing? Sing a cheerful song for us."
The boy stood up and walked to the song request booth. After a while, a cheerful foreign song started playing. Zhou Feiyu had a headache because she drank too much, and the headache got worse when she heard the noisy music.
Sang Tianen was half leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his thighs knocking against his legs, holding a beer bottle in his hand, and smiling maliciously.
She glanced around and found that except for Lin Qiao who could handle the male PR with ease, the other female classmates were obviously not very used to such occasions.
After the song was over, the boy came over softly again, put his arm around Sang Tianen, and said in a coquettish voice, "Sister, my voice is dry from singing."
The twinkling eyes really made people feel pitiful, but unfortunately Sang Tianen was not human. She asked doubtfully: "Isn't there water on the table? Take it and drink it."
"But I want to drink the bottle of wine in your hand. It looks delicious." The boy stared at Sang Tianen without blinking and licked his rosy lips.
Sang Tianen suddenly held his neck and brought him closer to him. The boy's eyes widened in shock. Just as he was about to say that he only sold his art and not his body, he heard Sang Tianen mutter, "That lipstick color is nice. What brand is it?"
The boy exclaimed, "Ah!" He didn't expect the other party to ask such a question. He said blankly, "Illusion 660, rose wine red."
"I've never heard of it. Is it a foreign brand?" Sang Tianen asked.
"No, it's a domestic brand," the boy replied. "Their official website is having a promotion recently, two for 199, you can check it out."
"My lips are a little dry."
"It's quite moisturizing. She also has another good one designed for people with dry skin..."
The two of them started chatting, from lipstick to skin care products. Sang Tianen listened carefully, typing a few words on his mobile phone from time to time, just like a student taking notes in class.
The boy glanced at her face and said with a smile, "Sister, are you really here to have fun? Or are you here to do market research?"
"Of course I'm here to have fun." Sang Tianen replied. Only an idiot would spend money to do market research in a place like this. Isn't that just like a rich man?
"But you've been talking to me about skincare products for half an hour." The boy pouted, a little dissatisfied. "Am I not good-looking?"
"You look good." Sang Tianen said sincerely. Looking at the boy's young face, she could almost imagine what Yan Zheng looked like when he was eighteen years old.
"Really? But you didn't even buy me a bottle of wine."
Sang Tianen knew that these male escorts didn't earn a lot of money, relying mainly on commissions from alcohol. He knew they had been chatting with him for so long, so he deserved some compensation.
"Just watch over yourself, I only drink beer." She said lightly. Anyway, Miss Zhou was paying the bill tonight, so all she had to do was speak.
The boy kissed her cheek happily. Sang Tianen was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes. He said word by word, "Who asked you to kiss me?"
The boy blinked innocently and said, "I'm happy, so I kissed you."
"So can I beat you up if I'm unhappy now?"
Sang Tianen is not a woman who lives in a world where women are superior in the traditional sense. She was born again from the womb and hates men touching her the most. In her opinion, a man touching her is taking advantage of her, let alone kissing her.
This boy crossed her bottom line.
The boy looked at her at a loss, not understanding why the woman who had been so kind just now would suddenly turn hostile. She looked so angry that tears gradually welled up in her eyes.
Sang Tianen looked at the boy's fearful expression, especially those aggrieved eyes, and his mind unconsciously recalled what Yan Zheng said - whenever you get close to me, I will feel physically nauseous.
This sentence had been tormenting her all day like a curse, and the irritability in her heart became even stronger. She took a breath and said, "Sorry, I don't like strangers touching me."
The boy nodded blankly, thinking that there must be something wrong with this person. He came to such a place and pretended to be serious. His temper changed from cloudy to sunny, like a roller coaster.
"You'd better drink as usual. I'm going to the bathroom." Sang Tianen asked Zhou Feiyu for a box of cigarettes and a lighter and decided to go out and calm down.
Zhaoyang City is the largest city in eastern China, but the people here don't seem to like nightlife very much. Outside the club, there are only dim yellow street lights and not even a bird.
Sang Tianen stood at the foot of the wall, smoking silently. She seemed to have blended into the darkness, with only a hint of scarlet flickering in her hand.
Halfway through smoking her cigarette, she suddenly heard a noise and turned her head to look over.
"Xiao Zheng, what's wrong with me? Why doesn't she like me?" Nan Tian hugged Yan Zheng's neck limply, like noodles just out of the pot. "That man is just a little younger than me. How can he compare to me?"
Yan Zheng bit his lip, holding up his body with all his strength, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, stop talking, I'll take you home."
"Go home?" Nantian shook his head and chuckled, "If I go home, my parents will just scold me, saying that I can't control women."
"Then I'll take you back to the apartment?" Yan Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat, and he could hardly breathe because of his stuffy nose.
"I don't want to go back. I want to drink." Nantian laughed. "If I can't get married, then I won't get married. There are so many beautiful young ladies here. I don't want to go back."
"Nantian, wake up." Yan Zheng tried to regain his consciousness and patted his cheek with his hand.
"Xiao Zheng, I'm very sober. It's you who's not." Nan Tian pursed his lips and kissed Yan Zheng on the face. "It would be great if you were a woman. We could just get along."
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