Some women are particularly bold, slowly approaching with a glass of wine in hand.
Their eyes, like a wolf's, stared straight at An Mingji, as if they had locked onto their prey.
"Little brother, care for a drink?"
The woman, whose thick makeup obscured her features, wore a body-hugging dress even shorter than a miniskirt, flaunting her attractive and seductive figure.
Her voice was cloying, mixed with an unspeakable allure.
Seeing that An Mingji didn't even give her a glance, the woman's red lips moved closer to the young man.
At the unfamiliar scent, An Mingji furrowed his brows slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
He put down his glass and turned back to cast a cold glance.
The young man's gaze was dangerous, bloodthirsty like a wolf, his imposing aura almost overwhelming the woman.
