Until "roll!" a cold voice spits out from under the mask.

The man ran away from the private room with his tail.

With the door closed, Qi Shaoqin's mind was still covered.

I only remember that she could drink delicious wine right away. It was the masked man who spoiled her interest and knocked her wine off the ground.

She didn't know why the man who brought her to drink suddenly left without saying hello.

All she knew was that the man in the mask had let her drink now.

She held out her hand to him and said angrily, "you overturned my wine, you compensate me!"

She couldn't see the expression of the masked man at the moment. She could only see his eyes through the mask. They were very beautiful eyes.

Before, she thought Li Muyan's eyes were good enough.

The man wearing a mask seems to have better eyes

Circle by circle, like ripples in the ink pool.

Leng Leng looked at the good-looking eyes. I don't know how long I looked until a cup of red good-looking liquid was stuffed in the palm of my hand.

"Compensate you!" his voice was like the C key of cello, low but loud.

She murmured, fearing that he would like to give her a hard drink like the man just now, and she took a sip.

"Oh, it's delicious! It's the same as watermelon juice! Sweet, I like..." she loved sweet since she was a child and didn't like a little sour.

The man in the mask didn't speak, but he still stayed there. His eyes seemed to stay on her without moving away.

"Why are you still here?" a cup of "delicious red wine" was drunk by her. She licked her lips, but saw that the masked man was still in place and her eyes remained on her.

She stared at him in amazement.

The masked man doesn't say a word, like a sculpture.

If his long eyelashes didn't blink occasionally, she would think he was a statue.

"Oh, I see. You're the waiter in this bar, aren't you?" she suddenly realized.

The masked man still stood there motionless and didn't answer her questions.

But his silence was acquiescence in her eyes.