I admit that he still sucked me tightly like a sucking stone, and I still love him. [ ]

Wherever I go, I still miss him and feel even more lonely.

My heart is empty.

As the night fell, I came to a bar again.

There are not many guests at this bar, so I often come here, but today it is very noisy. I regret it a little.

I found a quiet corner to sit down and looked at the scenery outside the window. The bar was performing hot songs and dances, but it couldn't attract my attention.

Perhaps it was because of the weekend that there were crowds of people.

My eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.

Suddenly, a waiter came over and put down a rose in front of me.

I was stunned and looked up and asked, "Who gave it to me?"

The waiter pointed to a man with a big belly on the table next to him and said, "It was given to you by this gentleman, and he ordered wine for you."

The man blinked at me.

I smiled indifferently, but pushed the rose a little farther away.

This is a default method here. If you accept it, it means you are willing to have further contact with this man.

My push of roses also means that I have no good feelings for this rose and this man.

I thought it was over.

I didn't know that the man was still hit. Maybe he saw me sitting here alone.

"Miss, alone?" His face was glossy.

I said coldly: "I'm sorry, I'm used to being alone."

He suddenly changed his face: "What's so great? Tell me, how much do you want to go with me?"

I glanced at him and called the waiter: "Please ask this gentleman to leave for me, I don't know him."

The man shouted, "Don't you know me? We went to bed last night!"

His voice was very loud and attracted the attention of many people. I couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the wine on the table and splashed it on his face.

"Bastard!" He reached over and slapped me hard.

I picked up my phone and prepared to call the police. He grabbed my phone and wanted to slap me again.
Chapter completed!