Chapter 1: Third Young Master
Late at night.
Inside the Seventh Sense Bar, the atmosphere was sizzling with excitement.
The music around was intensely beat-driven, and shadows danced wildly on the stage fitted with vibrating steel plates.
A shapely female guest sat on a high chair, speaking familiarly, "Brother Zhi, I want a Midnight Lover."
Behind the bar stood a bartender, dressed in the bar’s uniform—a white shirt paired with a black vest. The shirt was casually unbuttoned at two places, revealing a white collarbone, with a naughty strand of short hair sticking out near his ear, and a very elegant neck line.
Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with perfectly curved wrist bones, and forearms as pristine as snow.
He lounged lazily by the bar edge, listening intently to the guests’ orders.
The woman’s cheeks were slightly flushed because this bartender’s appearance was truly eye-catching.
Rong Zhi lowered his head to write an order slip, long eyelashes slightly drooping, his voice lazily enchanting and husky, "Sure."
The guest immediately held her face with starry eyes glowing, "Brother Zhi, your voice is just too pleasing."
Rong Zhi pulled out a bottle of rum from the cabinet, twisted open the cap, poured the rum into an ounce cup, his slender fingers holding the cup, the liquid flowing into the shaker.