"So that's why he turned his phone off," Lin Ning chuckled heartily. Everyone raised their glasses. Being unexpectedly dragged out for drinks by Ye Feimo today, their spirits were quite high. They usually spent Ye Feimo's birthdays together, pulling all-nighters, a tradition since childhood.
"Feimo's coming over," Lin Diyun announced. Indeed, Ye Feimo, having just returned from the restroom, moved through the crowd. A beautiful young woman casually approached Lin Ning, flirting with him. Lin Ning, never one to refuse, gave her a playful kiss on the cheek.
The beauty giggled incessantly, and soon, more beautiful women approached, one for each of the young gentlemen. Among them, a woman in a black, low-cut camisole and black hot pants sidled up to Ye Feimo, her hands creeping onto his chest.
She continuously caressed him, her movements suggestive and alluring.
Ye Feimo's face was grim. He neither refused nor reciprocated, like a puppet, allowing himself to be played with.
