Yang Chen drank a mouthful of his whisky, and gently swirled the drink in his hand, “It’s nothing, does Miss An like it?”
An Xin suddenly bent her body forward, closed in to Yang Chen’s face, and her moist lips pecked on his cheek. She then charmingly smiled and said, “Congratulations, tonight I’m yours.”
“Happy to serve you.” Yang Chen smugly put down the glass, he finally succeeded in acting cool. He grabbed An Xin’s wrist with his hand, and prepared to leave the bar.
But right at this time, 5 robust men in suits suddenly charged into the bar, they all had impatient expressions, but when they saw Yang Chen intimately holding onto An Xin’s hand, they all expressed anger.
“Miss An, please return with us.” The leading man in black spoke with a commanding tone.
The guests in the bar noticed the tense situation all quieted down to watch what was about to happen.
An Xin indifferently looked at the few men in black, then calmly turned to look at Yang Chen. Seeing how relaxed Yang Chen looked without even a tinge of fear, she was a little impressed, “Apparently passing my test isn’t enough, Mr. Yang, will you choose to abandon the pitiful little sheep, or become a knight who draws his sword and charges into battle?”
Yang Chen inwardly sighed, sure enough, good women weren’t so easy to get, but since he was already in the mood, trouble didn’t matter. He looked at An Xin with a playful smile, “If Miss An can bless me with a kiss, I believe tonight we would have such a great time that it would be remembered for a lifetime.”
Without the slightest hesitation, like a teenage girl from an aristocratic family in love, An Xin gracefully hugged Yang Chen’s neck, raised her pretty face, and left a hot and moist kiss on Yang Chen lips. Before leaving it, she even used the tip of her wet tongue to trace a mark on Yang Chen’s face.