Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

She was so confident just a moment ago, but when it comes to ordering, she only wants a small sweet drink.

Huang Fang was speechless. "Why don't you drink mine? Mine tastes like iced Sprite."

Fortunately, the bartender was experienced and chose Baileys from the low-alcohol liqueurs to make him a Baileys iced milk drink.

Although she felt mocked by the bartender, Liang Zaibing calmly picked up her glass and took a sip.

Drinking alcoholic beverages on the rocks doesn't have much of a harsh alcoholic taste; it's like a glass of smooth, creamy iced milk, and it's easy to finish a glass in no time.

When they ordered their third drink, Huang Fang made an excuse that he had drunk too much and left.

Liang Zaibing didn't expose him, and continued drinking the fragrant coconut wine with a smile.

The DJ switched to a more energetic and passionate electronic song. Under the flashing blue-purple spotlights, the men and women on the dance floor swayed their bodies with abandon, completely immersed in the lively atmosphere.

It's great to be young.

But this song is really awful; what kind of taste is that?

Let's finish this drink and head back; it's getting late.

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But as Liang Zaibing finished her last sip, someone suddenly appeared on the bar stool next to her.

The aroma of lime mojito mixed with cedar and coconut wafts gently, standing out even in a bar with a complex scent.

Liang Zaibing glanced at him, then turned back to stare listlessly at the ice cubes in the glass.

"What a coincidence, Officer Jiang is here at the bar too?"

He's usually so serious.

“Yes, it’s such a coincidence,” Jiang Qingjian raised his chin and pointed to a booth not far away. “My sister Qingtang and her classmates came here to drink and asked me to be their bodyguard.”

There were five or six girls sitting in the booth, and Liang Zaibing immediately recognized which one was his sister.

A black bodycon dress, light smoky eye makeup—an outfit so unique you'd hardly notice it on the dance floor—but her face was truly striking.

With upturned fox-like eyes and striking, aggressive features, her makeup further accentuated these qualities.

She resembles Jiang Qingjian by about 30%, but her temperament is about 70-80% the same.

In Liang Zaibing's own words, some people's very existence is pretentious, even though they are not consciously aware of it.

Liang Zaibing glanced at it and then looked away. "Why did you change your perfume today? Aren't you using your mint essence anymore?"

The aroma has changed slightly; the fruity notes have faded, and the scents of tiare flower and cedar coconut have become dominant.

To be honest, this perfume suits him better than Jiang Qingjian, but he's always been too lazy to take care of himself.

"If you want to smell the woody scent of an old monk, I can switch to sandalwood."

Liang Zaibing was speechless and choked with emotion. "Fine, this one will do. It's fine."

Jiang Qingjian flashed his signature smile again, his eyes narrowed in a mischievous grin. "It's quite a coincidence that we met at a bar. Let me buy you a drink."

Of course, this was purely Liang Zaibing's biased view. In fact, under the bar lights, Officer Jiang was indeed impeccably handsome. His slightly curved peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of affection when he looked at anyone, and many men and women in the surrounding booths were secretly sizing him up.

Although she didn't know what he was up to, Liang Zaibing couldn't wait until tomorrow to get a good deal, and readily agreed.

"Sure, order whatever you like, just don't make anything too awful."

Jiang Qingjian snapped his fingers at the bartender, "A blueberry tea."

Liang Zaibing slowly typed out a question mark, "You ordered fruit tea at a bar?"

Jiang Qingjian didn't explain anything, but pushed the blueberry tea in the martini glass towards him.

The cone-shaped cocktail glass is filled with a warm, purplish-red liquid, with a few blueberries at the bottom. It has a mixed aroma of black tea and alcohol, but more of a sweet fruity scent.

In short, it's a cup that looks completely harmless.

It has almost no alcoholic kick upon first taste, and the flavor is sweet and smooth.

It felt like being soaked in warm water, and Liang Zaibing unconsciously became sleepy. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she finally lay motionless on the bar counter.

Jiang Qingjian leaned against the bar, picked up his wide-mouthed glass, and took a sip.

"I forgot to mention, you can't just drink whatever someone offers you at a bar."

Liang Zaibing was just drunk and unconscious when she suddenly sat up, struggled to open her eyelids, swiped a few times on her phone screen, and then passed out again.

Jiang Qingjian stared at the still-lit phone screen in silence for a long time.

Just so I can get up and order a plate of poached chicken?

After lying down for a while, Liang Zaibing started slurring his words again, "I, let me tell you... that cop surnamed Jiang, he's really bad..."

Jiang Qingjian leaned closer to listen and followed up on his words, "How bad? Did he bully you?"

The black-haired youth, leaning against the bar, unconsciously scratched his head. "It seems...not..."

"So you hate him?"

"..."

Just when Jiang Qingjian thought he was completely asleep, Liang Zaibing muttered, "I don't dislike him... but I have a feeling, I feel like he's trying to trick me..."

Jiang Qingjian lowered his head and smiled silently.

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After the alcohol took effect, Liang Zaibing was completely drunk and passed out. Her waist and hips were visibly weak, and she was as limp as a lump of mud.

If Jiang Qingjian hadn't pulled him up, he might have slid to the ground and been lying there.

After greeting her roommate, Jiang Qingtang carried her freshly ordered Tequila Sunrise to the bar.

Jiang Qingtang pointed her wine glass at the unconscious young man. "Your friend?"

Jiang Qingjian nodded slightly, "We met in the game."

"With such a low alcohol tolerance, why did you come drinking alone?" Jiang Qingtang's smile held a hint of mockery. "Aren't you afraid someone will pick you up?"

Jiang Qingjian smiled and placed his wine glass on the table. "I'll take him home."

"Where should we send it back?" Jiang Qingtang leaned against the bar, her smile meaningful.

"you can go now."

A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out.

A young man in a pure black hoodie appeared silently within two meters, the brim of his hood covering the upper half of his face. In addition, he was wearing a mask and goggles, with only one red eye exposed.

Passersby assumed he was a cosplayer and weren't surprised.

There was also a gloomy little ghost floating nearby, probably because minors can't enter bars, so it got in like this.

Despite being stared at by two fierce ghosts, Jiang Qingjian remained calm and readily agreed, "Since you're here, the person is yours to take care of."

Jiang Qingjian helped the drunken young man up, supporting his shoulders, and whispered in Chen An's ear before handing him over, "See you next time we play the game."

Liang Zaibing's arms hung limply on either side of Chen An's neck, and kept sliding down as if she couldn't carry him.

He's so drunk, yet he still has the energy to complain.

Muttering that the person was cold and uncomfortable, and complaining that his back was too hard, Chen An simply carried him in his arms and walked outside the bar to hail a taxi.

The night wind outside the bar was blowing loudly, making my hair all messy.

Under the glaringly bright, highly saturated lights, everyone's expression was identical: one of dazedness and intoxication.

The young man's face was half-covered by long black hair, and the exposed skin was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and it was warm and hot.

He raised his eyelids slightly in confusion, then chuckled foolishly.

"You're here."

Chen An hugged the young man tightly. "Let's go home."