It took no one knew how long for Liǔ Cháoquè to finally spot the figure sitting at the bar. The person was holding a glass of Bloody Mary, its blood-vibrant color sloshing inside the rim. With casual indifference, she lifted her gaze and cast a cold look in the direction of the newcomer.
Meanwhile, the Bloody Mary inside Liǔ Cháoquè's head had already started screaming like a banshee.
"She drank me! She drank me!"
*Seriously, why are you so over-dramatic for a mere glass of alcohol?*
"Do you want to come out?" Liǔ Cháoquè asked quietly in her mind, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Nán Chǔ, a dull ache throbbing in her knees.
Chapter 109