In the evening, the company gathered at a Japanese restaurant, and Yang Ke'er was present, too. The dishes were very delicate but Xia Yu didn't like the taste. But the sake, which was cool and transparent with a pleasant aroma, was indeed fantastic.

"Brother Yan, I would like some sashimi. Could you pass it over?"

The sweet and soft voice of Yang Ke'er was ringing across from Xia Yu's left side, which was tempting to all men. Xia glanced at her and withheld very ...