Finding Fun at the Bar
Shen Yunchu was enjoying her drinks when suddenly a figure flashed before her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes uncertainly, but when her vision cleared, the familiar shadow had disappeared without a trace.
Qin Yuan, half-drunk and half-awake, swayed as she sat next to Shen Yunchu.
One hand rested on her shoulder while the other held a glass of wine. "Baby, why would someone as young as you willingly step into the grave of marriage?"
Shen Yunchu shook her head, deep in thought.
Qin Yuan sighed. "I'm even afraid to meet you at night now, fearing you'll be too exhausted to come out."
Buzzing sounds continued from her phone.
The music in the bar was too loud, and Shen Yunchu was probably a bit tipsy. Suddenly, a surge of electricity seemed to pass through her mind, and as if guided by telepathy, she opened her bag.
The phone had just finished another round of bombardment.