Chapter 9, Bar

That night, I unprecedentedly went to a bar named "Gouqing". The name of this bar is very charming and alluring. As someone who was entering a bar for the first time, I found the vibrant lights and the atmosphere somewhat overwhelming, but after sitting down and having a drink, I began to acclimate.

Just as I was about to drink another glass of wine, he snatched it away from me, saying, "You have already had ten glasses of Blue Fairy, don't you want someone to accompany you?" I coldly glanced at the handsome face of "Red Hair" swaying in front of me, feeling an inexplicable dislike in my heart. "Little handsome guy, let's go dance." I jumped off the stool and, without further ado, pulled his hand and entered the dance floor.

I want to get rid of him, I want to get rid of him

I do not know how long I have been dancing in the dance floor; all I know is that I am very happy now, as if I have released all the patience and pain I have endured over the past three years

After drinking another cup of wine, my eyes felt sore. It turns out that in the end, I still have to rely on men to survive and to live in the world of books. When I stepped into MTE, I once fantasized that if I had the capability to enter MTE, perhaps I would no longer need to be a mistress to survive, perhaps I could free myself from this shameful identity. But the moment I saw the president of MTE, I knew my thoughts were utterly ridiculous. My house, tuition, and living expenses are all borne by this man, and now even my job is controlled by him.

You are drunk. His voice came from above, and I knew that I was indeed drunk, but I liked this feeling; I could vent my emotions without any reservations. I tightened my grip on his hand, "If you let me wait for you, perhaps everything would be different... perhaps even when reaching a dead end, I would... persist for a promise. But you don't even give me a chance..." I felt my eyes welling up, cold liquid rolling down my cheeks, and I grabbed his collar, wiping my face haphazardly. "If you let me wait for you, perhaps everything would be different... perhaps even when reaching a dead end, I would... persist for a promise. But you don't even give me a chance..." I felt my eyes welling up, cold liquid rolling down my cheeks, and I grabbed his collar, wiping my face haphazardly.

"Hello, beautiful lady, why are you here drinking alone?" A voice rich with magnetism came from beside me, and I noticed a "red-haired" boy had appeared at some point. Without even looking at him, I replied, "Get lost!"

I do not know how many cups of wine I have consumed, I only feel my head spinning, yet drinking makes me feel increasingly exhilarated. Along the way, several men approached to flirt, but upon seeing that I did not respond, they awkwardly left.

The sound system in the bar was deafening, and the colorful lights illuminated the wildly swaying bodies within, creating an atmosphere that instantly reached its peak of excitement, yet was permeated with a sense of despair

When the deafening rock dance music suddenly transformed into beautiful and mellow light music, I leaned on his shoulder, wrapped my arms around his waist, and whispered, "Why not let me wait for you..."

A hint of surprise flashed in his carefree eyes, perhaps not expecting my transformation to take a complete one hundred eighty-degree turn. Without saying much, he joined me in wildly swaying in the dance floor