Zong Ao was called here for drinks by pure accident. He was on business nearby when a group of former trainees happened to be retiring.
I heard he was in the city, so I called him and invited him over for drinks.
Zong Ao didn't really like this kind of messy place, but since everyone was happy, he didn't want to lose face, so he came.
Some of the students are friends with the owner of this bar.
The women who accompanied them to drinks were not ones they had invited; the boss, out of enthusiasm and curiosity, insisted on bringing them in.
These young men, fresh out of the military, were at a loss for where to look when faced with the girls' white breasts and thighs.
The women also noticed and all crowded around Zong Ao, taking turns pouring him drinks.
This man is clearly different from a greenhorn; he exudes masculine charm, like the flesh of Tang Sanzang—who wouldn't want a taste?
Zong Ao's drinking capacity was outstanding even among the army, which was full of heavy drinkers; these diluted liquors were no match for him at all.
He felt he had stayed long enough, so he started pretending to be drunk.
The women finally found an opportunity to grope him all over.
Zong Ao narrowed his eyes to slits and saw the woman's face, which was covered with a thick layer of powder, leaning close to his head.
It's like the surface of a dried-up orange peel has been covered up with whitewash, which looks really creepy.
For some reason, Zong Ao's slightly confused mind conjured up the image of Yi Mu's devilishly handsome face.
Although he was a man, his handsome face was incredibly delicate and tender, as if you could squeeze water out of it.
Realizing what he was thinking, Zong Ao chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing it had been too long since he had relieved his stress.
Surprisingly, when she was being flirted with, her first thought wasn't about the person she was currently flirting with, but about a man she had only met once.
It was getting late, and Zong Ao pushed away the hands of the women who were taking liberties with his body.
Just as I was about to stand up, my vision blurred and someone rushed into my arms.
Zong Ao's soldierly instincts made him push the person away, but there was a mysterious aura about him.
Miraculously, a faint, refreshing scent, similar to oranges, permeated the room's smoky, alcoholic, and sweet perfume smells, and entered Zong Ao's brain.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he stopped moving and slid his hands from Yi Mu's shoulders to his waist.
Yimu brought his head close to his ear and, in that strange tone from that night, his lips were inches from his ear, the breath he exhaled causing a tickling sensation.
"My lord, why don't you come to see me?"
That sound carried endless tenderness and resentment, but Zong Ao instantly regained his senses.
He realized a problem: a normal Emir would never talk to him like that.
I reminded him to be careful of dirty things before he left, but he didn't take it to heart at all?
Zong Ao felt a sudden surge of anger, but he didn't dwell on it. His immediate priority was to help Yi Mu get out of this predicament.
Standing up, Zong Ao took Yi Mu's wrist, said a few words to the leader of the group, and led him away from the private room.
They half-dragged, half-carried the person out of the bar and shoved them into the car.
It was only then that Zong Ao realized that Yi Mu was not wearing normal clothes at all; the slits on both sides of her skirt reached up to her upper thighs.
Her long, slender legs were free of thick, dark hair, their whiteness dazzling to the eye.
Taking two deep breaths, Zong Ao pulled away the hand that was stroking his thigh and glared fiercely at the person who was oblivious to his own mortality.
"You better behave yourself. How did you find this place? And what's that on your face?"
Zong Ao reached out and wiped Yi Mu's lips, getting his hand covered in lipstick.
He used a lot of force this time, and to his astonishment, Imu found that he could regain some of his body's consciousness.
He quickly grabbed Zong Ao's hand, and his voice returned to its original tone.
"Brother Zong! Brother, give me a punch! I can't control her anymore!"
Zong Ao reacted quickly, lifting his chin to see those clear, bright eyes he had seen for the first time.
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