As night fell, the lobby of the Golden Sand lit up with layers of hazy lights.
Around, the hidden scents wrapped around the men and women pulled the atmosphere to another enchantingly extreme point.
Occasionally, the tinkle of porcelain cups colliding sounded much like their smiles curling up at the corners—spicy and ironic.
Jiang Li lifted her skirt and, indifferent to the beautiful shadows, passed through them gracefully before sitting down at the far end of the bedtable.
Jin Siyue saw that his seat was taken, but could only helplessly lick his rear molars with the tip of his tongue.
Fine.
He wanted to see how long this Jiang could stay arrogant.
The jeering around them quieted down a bit, and Jiang Li, without changing her expression, gave the waiter a glance.
"Pour the drink."
The waiter hesitated, seemingly startled by her still calm demeanor at such a time, before stepping forward to pry open a bottle and pour it into the tall glass in front of Jiang Li.