Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 659 Confession Please Be Early (1)

The night fell, and the crescent moon was lonely.

The neon flickers, dragging out bright and dazzling colors, embellishing the whole city as bright as day, and the flickering light falls on the glass door, reflecting mottled light and shadow.

The streets at night are still lively, people are in a hurry, and the sound of high heels stepping on the floor tiles is crisp.

During the day, it is a street full of tourists, and at night, it becomes a city that never sleeps. The lights are on and the bustle is still there.

The blue light tubes form a row of ORGIASTIC characters. The bar has always been well-known, and many people come here admiringly.

The light is ambiguous, deliberately creating a dim visual sense.

The sound of music shook the sky, and the hustle and bustle continued.

And the bar is a little further outside, unlike the bustling street when you go out from the main entrance, this is an alleyway with few people.

The tall buildings on both sides barely cover the moonlight and lights, and the thick darkness permeates, becoming the best cover.

Almost nothing is visible in the night.

Footsteps hurried past the entrance of the alleyway.

"People aren't here?"

"Wait," someone suddenly turned around: "Go and have a look inside."

Their voices were not low, and the person hiding inside raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and left quietly like a cat. He had already investigated the route here in advance and knew that this was the back door of a bar.

The back door was unlocked and no one was guarding it.

In the depths of the alleyway is a wall, from which there is no way to retreat.

The young man with beautiful eyes like blue opals pursed his slender lips slightly, and entered the back door as if nothing had happened.

There are two worlds inside and outside the bar.

There are quite a few guests, sitting together in groups of twos and threes, chatting.

Private room on the second floor.

The laser light ball casts several blurred lights, changing brilliance, sliding across the private room irregularly, and the lights and shadows are dazzling.

The voices are lively.

The air was filled with the smoky smell of alcohol.

Le Ye walked to the corner with a glass of wine, and handed it to the person sitting on the sofa: "Ruan Ruan, do you want to play?"

The other party raised the goblet in his hand and silently refused.The light blue gradient wine contains a faint light, the color is like sunlight refracted into the shallow sea, making the slender fingers extraordinarily fair and beautiful.

There was a thin layer of nail polish on the nails, and the crimson was bright and flamboyant.

"No need." The girl's voice was cool and sweet, like ice cubes plunging into a carbonated drink, with tiny bubbles gurgling.

She took a sip of wine, and the light pressed on her thick long eyelashes, which curled up softly, as beautiful as a black-winged butterfly.

Someone came over again, it was a handsome and tall boy, he mustered up the courage to ask Ji Ge: "Ji Ge, do you want to go and sing?"

Just at this time, the song stopped, and the people around heard this sentence, turned their heads and saw Ji Ge and Bai Shen, and started booing.

Someone laughed and said, "Sister Ruan, come and play."

"Seeing that our Brother Shen is also sincere, Sister Ruan, you can promise him." The word "sincerity" was deliberately emphasized, implying something.

Bai Shen felt a little shy from being teased, his earlobes turned red, and he secretly glanced at Ji Ge.

The gorgeous and thick girl was lazily nestling on the scarlet sofa, her long golden brown curly hair was curled like seaweed, a few strands hung on her thin and thin shoulders, and the tail of her hair was slightly curled.

The light brown pupils are very light in color, light and clear like glass beads, precious and beautiful.

The complexion is snow-white, and the lips are crimson.

She put on makeup, with deep and long eyeliner, and star sequins under the corner of her right eye, like a villain made of fondant, sweet and delicate.

Facing their ridicule, the girl got up without changing her face, and drank the wine in her hand: "I'm going to the bathroom."

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(End of this chapter)