The light in the box of Yuncheng Yese Bar is dim.

A woman wearing a light blue short skirt walks towards the man, hugs his waist and acts in a spoilt way: "Childe Chu, why are you drinking alone?"

The long, straight eyelashes of the Chu Mochen droop unhappily. His voice is cold and indifferent: "Loosen your hands."

The woman acts spoilt with grievances: "Childe Chu, you dislike me?"

"I said, loosen your hands!"

His voice is ...