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chapter 81

After the temperature on her cheeks had basically cooled down, Qiao Junying looked at the diamond-shaped door of the nightclub in front of her. The door was flashing with tiny bits of silver light, as dreamy as the Milky Way.

As soon as she got close, she could hear the faint sound of music inside. When she entered the door and saw people queuing for security checks, she realized that the nightclub seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

After passing the security check, a security guard who was wearing a well-tailored formal suit but couldn't hide his muscular body stamped a small fluorescent stamp on Qiao Junying's wrist.

With such a security guard, how could she take advantage of the situation? Novels and movies are really all lies. Qiao Junying could already foresee that she would return empty-handed tonight, but she still followed the twos and threes of people into the room.

The lights were dim, and the lights of the colored lights were swaying on the dance floor. The deafening music was roaring, and if she didn't put her ears close to the music, she could hardly hear the voices of the people next to her.

In such an environment, it would be difficult to be discovered if something happened, right? Would such a strong security guard be useful?

Men and women in the dance floor swayed to the music, sticking to each other like sandwiches. Qiao Junying pulled down her skirt a little uncomfortably, sat on the edge of the bar, propped up her chin, and looked at the dance floor seemingly nonchalantly.

As she leaned back, her fair waist formed an arc that made people reverie under the flickering lights, and her skirt slid down along the slit, revealing her jade-like thighs.

She rejected several men who wanted to buy her a drink, and they were also very gentlemanly and did not pester her. Qiao Junying turned her face away and yawned slightly, her fingertips painted with bright red nail polish lightly tapping her side face.

"Want a drink?"

A man's voice sounded almost close to her earlobe, which gave her goose bumps.

Too lazy to sit up straight, she looked over lazily, and a middle-aged man half-bent over with a cup in his hand looked at her, and the man's breath with alcohol almost sprayed on her face.

"No, thank you." Qiao Junying changed her posture and moved closer to the bar to distance the two of them. Her black eyes reflected the colorful lights and were stained with strange colors.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a fat man who seemed to have poured something into a little girl's cup. Qiao Junying cursed him inwardly for being mean, and who on earth brought a child to a nightclub to play? !

This man did not leave like the previous one. He took another step closer, "Don't be so cold, I'll buy you a drink."

"Or... you want something else," the man lowered his voice and looked at her with a bit of ambiguity, "... that's fine too."

"No need." Qiao Junying stood up impatiently to find the girl.

"Wait! You..."

Ignoring his words, Qiao Junying dodged his outstretched hand and walked to the dance floor to look around. There were only people, and in the time it took to entangle for a while, the little girl and the fat man disappeared.

In her peripheral vision, she saw the figure of the prejudiced man following her. She felt irritated and her eyes moved and she changed her decision temporarily.

Qiao Junying turned around and slowly walked through the crowd to the bathroom at the back. She deliberately slowed down her pace to give the man a chance to catch up.