The dripping wine fell on the back of the blood-stained hand, causing bursts of pain.
Looking at the bright red color, Rong Sheng's eyes flashed with ferocity and bloodlust.
I don’t know how much I drank, but I just remember that once, the two of them fought hard together and escaped death countless times.
But, now, except for those painful memories, nothing remains.
The pain rose from the bottom of my heart, and I was in a lonely room, so drunk that I didn't know what night it was.
…
A beautiful girl in her twenties walked into the bar.
After looking around the hall, he frowned and walked towards a bartender.
Her eyes are as clear as the blue sky, and one can't help but be sucked in after just one glance.
The bartender stared blankly at the beautiful but indifferent girl in front of him.
"Excuse me, miss, what do you need?"
The girl shook her head, "I'm looking for Rong Sheng."
The girl's voice was very cold, and even though the speakers in the hall were loud, the bartender could still hear her clearly.
Rong Sheng? He was a little confused and shook his head, "I don't know this person."
The girl frowned impatiently and gave a rough description of Rong Sheng's appearance.
The moment the girl finished speaking, the bartender looked at the girl as if he were seeing a ghost.
There was undisguised horror in his face and eyes.
He shook his head and said, "No, no, I don't know where he is." He was about to leave.
But the girl grabbed his arm. Looking at the bartender's expression, he obviously knew where Rong Sheng was.
"If you don't tell me, I will smash your place to pieces." The girl sneered, with a coldness exuding from her body.
Seeing the bartender's eyes suddenly widen, the girl smiled at him.
That smile, but it didn't reach the depths of his eyes, and was filled with a feeling of 120,000 degrees of coldness.
Since the bartender in front of me knew about Rong Sheng, there was no need to go upstairs and search every room.
The bartender shuddered and said, "In room 207."
After saying that, he ran away as if he had seen a ghost, still muttering, "Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together."
This girl, like that person, was as cold as ice, and she was definitely not a good person at first glance.
The bartender's words naturally did not escape the girl's ears, but the light in her eyes dimmed for a moment before she walked upstairs.
Yes, they were originally the same kind, but to her, Rong Sheng was just a cold star in the lonely starry sky that she could never reach, cold, distant, and out of reach.
Opening the door, the dim light made it difficult to see the furnishings inside, but the golden light reflected from the furniture revealed the luxury of the room.
Turn on the light and the bright light instantly illuminates the whole room.
The girl looked at Rong Sheng, who was lying unconscious on the sofa, and frowned.
Slowly walking over, the girl stared at that handsome and demon-like face for a long time. Finally, she sighed helplessly and took away the goblet that Rong Sheng was holding tightly in his hand.
However, Rong Sheng held on tightly and refused to let go.
The girl's eyebrows knitted deeper and deeper.
Because, the air was filled with the smell of blood. Although it was very faint, it still did not escape my sensitive nose.
Turning Rong Sheng over, he found that the light-colored shirt was covered with dots of blood.
Worry flashed across his eyes for a moment, and then he realized that the other hand that was pressed under him was covered with glass fragments, and some were even embedded in the flesh.
The girl wanted to say something, but her pale lips moved, but she did not speak.