Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 7

Rejected the female lead's invitation to have a meal, Bian Yingning casually packed a lunch and returned to the apartment near the school.

In the afternoon, she had a cooking class and needed to eat well and rest well to keep her spirits up.

After learning to stir-fry for an afternoon, Bian Yingning took the VIP card left by the original owner and went for a massage with her sore arms.

...It was just the ordinary happiness of the rich.

In the evening, Hua Cancan called Bian Yingning to go to the bar again.

After thinking about it, Bian Yingning came.

It was a high-end nightclub. It was said that the male DJ was handsome and could shout, and the women could jump and twist. The people who came in and out of this place were generally either rich or powerful.

How did she know? It was what Hua Cancan said.

Bian Yingning came to dance and stumbled, but when she arrived, she unconsciously looked towards the direction of the restroom.

The system seemed to know her thoughts: "Dear, we do not recommend that you put your thoughts into practice here."

"Why?"

"They don't want to collect your corpse."

It didn't need to be so blunt.

"You're here."

The waiter brought Bian Yingning to Hua Cancan's booth.

Hua Cancan was wearing a black strapless dress today. Bian Yingning was afraid that her clothes would burst open in front of her chest, and then a white rabbit would jump out uncontrollably.

There were also three men and three women sitting beside her. Bian Yingning looked at them for a while and felt that some of them should be from their school, but she couldn't remember their names.

They all greeted Bian Yingning when they saw her.

Bian Yingning nodded and sat down next to Hua Cancan.

As she got closer, the white tender flesh seemed to be within reach, making people's blood boil.

Hua Cancan was playing dice with others, her eyes fixed on the dice, but she said to Bian Yingning, "You can only look, not touch."

Every time Bian Yingning saw it, she was shocked and quietly looked away.

The marketing guy poured Bian Yingning a glass of wine, but she didn't drink it, just played with it.

Now there was a female DJ on the stage, with dyed blonde hair, shouting while dancing to the music.

Her makeup made her features very delicate, and her shouting was infectious. Bian Yingning couldn't help but sway her head along with the music.

There were several display racks around the booth that looked like door frames, surrounded by green lights. There were girls in bikinis stepping and twisting their bodies in the frames, on nearly twenty centimeter high heels.

Their skin was smooth, and there was not a trace of flaw in the light.

The small and thin fabric could barely cover three points.

Bian Yingning couldn't help but look again and again.

It was in this admiring gaze that she met Shang Qinghui's eyes.

"..."

She could see the contempt in her eyes even through the dim and flickering lights, the flying confetti, the crowded atmosphere.