Soft music, slightly dark lighting. It gives a hazy sense of beauty. The first lights of the evening are just on, it's only past eight at night, at this time, for most people, they would have finished their dinner, sitting comfortably at home, while having a pot of tea and watching TV. But, for a bar, this is just the beginning of life and work.
It's still early, and the bar's waiters, bartenders, DJs, and other supporting staff have just started work. The waiters are busy cleaning or changing clothes. The bartenders are also busy inside the bar, preparing, with intermittent sounds of audio tuning coming from the side.
In the bar of a few hundred square meters, there aren’t many people. Scattered about, there are perhaps three or five customers in different areas.
Click! Click! Click!
The clear sound of high heels hitting the ground.
The bar's door opened, a gorgeous beauty had just walked in from outside. Her long wavy hair in date red, fallen and spreading over her shoulders; gave off a laid-back feeling. The beauty stood about 170 cm tall. Her open white woolen coat emphasized her voluptuous chest and slender waist. A low-cut black dress fitted her curves. Black stockings. Accompanied by long, straight beautiful legs, gave people an amazing feeling.
As to her features? In this day and age. The black, long, curly false eyelashes are a must. Big eyes under the colored contacts are also a must.
So? The beauty's facial features evaluation is difficult to define now. In any case, being stunning is a must. Getting second glances is also a must.
As the beauty entered, the few guests in the bar glanced over, some secretly sizing her up, some with shining eyes.
The beauty seemed a bit arrogant, like a swan. A delicate clutch in her hand, the Chanel logo is exceptionally prominent.
Scouting around, the beauty's gaze falls to the right of the entrance.
Situated on a bar stool on the right, a young man sits there. Dressed in a silver-gray suit, white shirt. He's about 175 cm tall if one had to guess, with medium-length messy hair. Seen from the side, his single-lidded eyes are not wide, but his features are very three-dimensional, offering a fresh and comfortable feeling. If not for his height, he probably could have been a supermodel.
Upon seeing this, a curve appeared on the beauty's face. The corners of her mouth slightly curled. Taking a stride, a waft of fragrance was blown up. She walked straight towards the man.
"Handsome, are you alone?"
As the beauty's flirtatious words rang out, suddenly, all those who were still looking in this direction retracted their gaze.
Some even showed a look of disdain and scorn: 'Huh! I thought it was someone important. It turns out it's just a bar girl who mingles at night.'
When the beautiful woman spoke, the man raised his head. He was probably around twenty, a total fresh meat, and his dimples were very obvious as he smiled.
"He's so handsome!" The woman seemed a bit surprised. Although there was a hint of affectation, there was still a bit of genuine reaction.
Then the woman smiled: "Let's get acquainted, my name is Yingying. You don't mind if I sit here, right?"
"Uh, you... Ok, sit. I'm just here alone anyway." The man seemed a bit slow to react, pausing before hastily responding.
In Yingying’s eyes, this was obviously the behaviour of someone captivated by her. She had already started laughing in her heart. It seems like her commission on the beverages tonight should be quite hefty. Dealing with these young pups is a piece of cake.
She elegantly sat on the high stool, with a sense of allure in her demeanor. Under her open coat, her legs, one high and one low, created a space. A slit in her wrapped skirt gave off a tempting appearance.
"Handsome guy, you haven't told me your name yet. How come? Don't you want to talk to me?" A prostitute-like aura came forth, coquettish, soft, and flirtatious.
The man seemed to find it hard to resist this routine, and stuttered in a slightly nervous tone: "I... Sorry. My name is Zhang Xiaotian. Nice to meet you."
A brief flash of astonishment passed over Yingying's face, but she was quick to replace it with a sweet smile: "Xiaotian, that's a really nice name. Tian, I don't have anyone to keep me company today. I don't even know where to go at night."
This was definitely a suggestive statement, especially with the way she extended the word 'night' combined with her attractive demeanour.
Zhang Xiaotian's gaze cooperatively focused on Yingying, his gaze scanning her up and down like an X-ray or a scanner.
Yingying chuckled to herself: 'So he's a novice. You? There's no way you can escape from me.'
"Tian, why don't you buy me a drink. You're not going to be stingy, are you?" Yingying pretended to be offended, simultaneously, her body leaning towards Zhang Xiaotian.
Watching the scene unfold, patrons at a distance were quick to withdraw their gazes. They all seemed to agree, 'This is a cannot-do situation. She's like poison. With this language, these tactics, she’s a complete pro.' They simultaneously looked at Zhang Xiaotian with pitiful eyes. This kid is out of luck today, losing as much money as he has.
Yingying was confident. This kind of teasing was something not everyone could handle, even seasoned professionals would falter in front of such words. Who would want to be despised by such a beautiful woman? Under the eruption of male hormones, no man would admit to being petty. Unless he wasn't a man.
"Ha ha!" Zhang Xiaotian chuckled, without any sign, he pulled his arm out. Looking at the beautiful Yingying next to him: "Of course."
Saying that, he stretched out his hand and waved, "Ah Jie, bring a cup over."
That sentence made Yingying stunned. What did he mean? An idea flashed in her mind and it brought her joy. Could it be that he was going to bring the whole bottle over? This was getting interesting.
The cup was quickly brought over. Just as Yingying was lost in her fantasy, something jaw-dropping happened. Zhang Xiaotian picked up his glass and poured more than half of his beer into the new cup. Not a single drop was left, everything had been poured out.
Then, Zhang Xiaotian pushed the cup to Yingying in a relaxed manner, grinned and showed his dimples, "Here, you can have this beer. No need to stand on ceremony."
At this moment, Yingying's face had turned pale, her gaze towards Zhang Xiaotian had also changed. An indescribable tension was in there. Seeing his dimples no longer made him seem charming.
"Xiaotian, Brother Tian! What are you doing? Damn, don't tell me you've got time to chat up a beauty. Get the hell out of here." The bar door was pushed open and a young man in a bar uniform stood in the doorway, shouting.
Zhang Xiaotian had also stood up, chuckled and said: "I'm coming, I'm coming. Why are you rushing? It's still early."
Then, Zhang Xiaotian said, "Ah Cheng, put the beer on Qiangzi's tab."
While Yingying was still in a daze, Zhang Xiaotian was already up. Just as she prepared to yell at him, Zhang Xiaotian had already left the bar. From far away, Zhang Xiaotian's voice could still be heard, "Damn, what's the rush? You show up at this time every day. You're more punctual than an alarm clock. I've told you, half an hour in the evening is prime time."
"Get lost, if you wait half an hour, are you sure your junk car can squeeze in for a spot?"
As the voices faded, 'bang' sounded, leaving only the bar door swinging back and forth.
