Just as he turned and walked toward the hallway, the small chandelier inside the bar suddenly lit up. Qi Jingren, who was bent over the bar inspecting red wine labels, lifted her head, probably having heard the sound of footsteps. She looked toward the origin of the sound.
She was one second too late. As her gaze followed the sound, Qin Shaobai had just gone past a corner, disappearing at the end of the corridor without even leaving a glimpse of his back.
Qi Jingren shrugged, thinking it might be a guest heading to a pre-booked room, and didn’t dwell on it. She took a corkscrew to open the bottle of red wine, then grabbed a delicate goblet from nearby.
She sat down on a swivel chair, holding the wine glass and looking at it for a while, her expression always calm and unchanged. She hasn’t liked smiling all along, but after eting Qin Shaobai, her style slowly changed.
Now everything has returned to the beginning. She thought she should also revert to her forr state. She wanted to beco more distant, like Shi Aoju. His face and body always seed to say "No entry to strangers."
Although it wasn’t yet the business hours, so guests still ca in, possibly seeing the lights on at the bar and no "Temporarily not serving alcohol" sign placed, so so ca to order drinks.
Qi Jingren mixed the drinks, fulfilling their requests one by one, and after those people left, she poured herself a glass of red wine and started to drink. The red wine was slightly bitter, not the sa as the taste every ti she had before, as if it lacked sothing, missing sothing.
She leaned on the bar, swaying the wine glass idly, the liquid inside gently undulating due to her movents, shining brightly under the refracted light.
Qi Jingren put down the glass, took the newly opened red wine to inspect again, confirming for the fourth ti that the wine she used to drink and the one she just opened were indeed the sa brand.
But why did it feel like sothing was missing?
She closed her eyes tightly, recalling each past scene of drinking alone. Before, she’d also drink like this, but felt so relaxed; the red wine slipped into her mouth, not bitter nor harsh, with an excellent taste.
"Hey beauty, give a glass of whiskey."
A plump man sat in front of the bar. His initial intention might have been to drink, but as soon as he sat down, he caught sight of Qi Jingren’s vaguely visible chest and swallowed his saliva, leering at her.
Qi Jingren glanced at him, then straightened up, heavily placing the wine glass on the bar, "What are you looking at?"
Her voice was cold and clear, though not loud, it could still send chills down one’s spine. Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, just one look could inflict deep wounds.
The man withdrew his gaze, smiling as he changed the subject, "You seem a bit unfamiliar, beauty. Not the bartender from yesterday, are you? What’s your na? How about we beco friends? Later, I could invite you out for a al or karaoke..."
Qi Jingren ignored him, grabbed the jacket next to her, put it on, and zipped it tightly under her chin, covering her beautiful chest completely.
The nature of lustful n, this Qi Jingren couldn’t deny. Among the n she knew, except Shi Aoju, which one wasn’t flirtatious? But this man before her was truly revolting.
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