Ling Yin was quite tipsy, tugging at his tie. He held a glass of wine, sank into the sofa, and watched the n and won in the nightclub—those dancing wildly, embracing, kissing, and flirting softly. He felt completely out of place among them.
It was then that he noticed a man in the middle of the dance floor, dazzling and seductive.
He was dancing alone, with a cold and aloof Crimson Shadow beside him, preventing others from getting too close.
The man danced erotically, a complete contrast to the person who argued with him by the seaside before. At this mont, he was passionate and flamboyant, his dancing superb, surrounded by a crowd cheering him on.
Ling Yin thought he was dreaming. How coincidental was it that he was also at this bar? It really seed that he drank too much. Ling Yin swayed the wine glass in his hand, tilted his head back, downed it in one go, and poured himself another drink.
Soone at a nearby table scread, "Ah, isn’t that dude Canada’s famous designer Hua Hua? I recognize him, he’s really famous!"
It was a woman’s voice, followed closely by a man’s voice: "Famous? More like he dances like a slut. You can tell he’s just a pretty boy, effeminate!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Hua Hua isn’t effeminate at all. I didn’t expect him to appear here. Oh, I rember, he’s probably here to shoot the cover for Charm World’s magazine. He’s so handso, I want to go and dance too."
"Dance what?" The man held her hand: "I’m still here, and you’re itching to run off and flirt with an effeminate guy? Look at how he moves, radiating with seduction everywhere."
At this mont, another voice chid in, "Fei Fei, let tell you, I heard from others that he can’t get it up for won, so don’t bother. It’s pointless, haha! He has so many rumors circling him, and recently he even complained on social dia about being dumped. He was surely dumped by a guy, haha, played by a man..."
Bam!
The person hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly a wine bottle smashed toward his head.
Soon after, a figure pounced on him unceremoniously, pinning him down with fists pounding down viciously.
The man imdiately started bleeding from his head, cursing: "Damn it, where did this lunatic co from, ah..."
Another heavy punch followed. Despite Ling Yin’s slight drunkenness, hearing others insult his beloved filled him with rage. He started hitting rcilessly, his heart already laden with gloom, the fists falling without a hint of restraint.
Of course, the friends from the person’s booth wouldn’t watch idly as their friend got beaten up. The won scread, while the n grabbed bottles from the table and aid at Ling Yin.
Ling Yin dodged and avoided getting hit, but as a drunk man, he found himself against six young and strong companions, fighting intensely in this booth, outnumbered five to one.
"Where did this lunatic co from, bullying our brother? Guys, let’s beat him to death today!"
Though Ling Yin was drunk and his body was slightly weak, he wasn’t easy to knock down in a fight. His fists targeted one after another, muttering, "You foul-mouthed! I’ll show you for being foul-mouthed!"
In this small space, won’s screams and n’s curses rang constantly.
A wine bottle cracked against the back of Ling Yin’s head with a sharp sound. Ling Yin staggered to his feet, the drunkenness subsiding slightly, clueless to the pain now. He fiercely kicked, sending that person flying back, the person crashing onto a table, bottles and glasses shattering to pieces, clattering all around...
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