Chapter Thirty-One: Three Questions

  The monk's decoration is very luxurious, with a colorful and resplendent scene before one's eyes. Upon entering, soft music plays elegantly, with countless people moving about, illuminated by the seven-colored flashing lights on the ceiling, their faces glowing with a healthy complexion, looking exceptionally radiant.

  In the center of the bar, there were a large number of young men and women who couldn't be counted clearly, crazily shaking their bodies. The dance floor that other bars don't have, not only does this place have it, but there are two.

  These people dancing in the dance pool all wear special earphones on their ears, which are transparent and allow their ears and souls to ascend to the peak with the music.

  The reason is that, firstly, the effect of earphones is much better than speakers, and secondly, it does not affect others who just come to drink.

  Behind the bar, a bartender was skillfully juggling three bottles of Martell XO, with dazzling movements and perfect catches, causing some onlookers to exclaim in surprise from time to time, especially some young women, whose eyes shone brightly, for them, this kind of bartender had an extremely unique charm.

  Ye Ming walked into the bar, took a casual look around, and found that the driver had already disappeared. He then went to the counter, casually found a seat, and sat down.

  "What can I get for you, sir?" the waiter asked with a smile.

  "A cup of 1983 Romanée-Conti, no dessert, thank you." Ye Ming took out five hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the waiter.

  In fact, in bars, people usually pay after they finish drinking. Ye Ming did it this way because as soon as he came in, he found many eyes focused on him, which is one of his ways to 'entice' the ladies.

  Of course, in a bar, people who come to find a one-night stand are rarely there for the money. But having money can give you an intangible and unique charm.

  He took the red wine handed over by the waiter, Ye Ming gently swayed it, his eyes casually swept around, and after a moment, he lightly sipped a mouthful, sitting quietly there.

  "Sir, do you need any other service?" The waiter, seeing Ye Ming alone, smiled and asked.

  Ye Ming didn't hide it either, directly nodding, "Need."

  "Uh..."

  "Not needed now."

  The waiter was about to say something when a soft voice suddenly rose. Ye Ming turned his head and saw that it was a young woman.

  The woman wore a crimson velvet jacket on her upper body, with an Yves Saint Laurent striped shirt underneath, which completely hugged her slender waist like a snake. On top of the willow waist, a light brown belt was lightly wrapped around it, and what was tied up by the belt was a black seven-minute short skirt. Under the short skirt, she wore a pair of black hollow silk stockings that reached all the way down to match perfectly with her crystal-colored silver boots.

  The woman's face was lightly powdered, looking to be around twenty-seven or eight years old. A pair of eyes that seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life and the world, as if they could see through a person's heart. On her snow-white complexion, which seemed to have been reddened by red wine, her delicate lips were lightly pursed, looking somewhat gentle.

  The woman's appearance cannot be said to be extremely beautiful, but not ugly either. It can be considered as mid-to-high level, but her figure is extremely tall and slender, with a prominent bust that seems to be bursting out of the striped shirt, even revealing some white skin from the tight-fitting belly area.

  Ye Ming's eyes scanned the woman without restraint, while she held a wine glass in her hand and didn't care about his gaze at all. She nodded slightly towards Ye Ming and said softly: "Sir, would you like to have a drink?"

  Ye Ming shrugged indifferently, "Do you need money?"

  "One hundred thousand." The woman said calmly.

  Ye Ming slightly shook his head, looking through the crystal clear wine glass, and took a magnified glance at the woman's entire body. "The face you're lowering isn't something that can be alleviated with just 100,000 yuan."

  The woman was taken aback and then asked in confusion: "Sir, could you please clarify?"

  "Isn't it detailed enough?" Ye Ming glanced at the woman.

  The woman smiled slightly, and the look of confusion completely disappeared, leaving behind a pair of eyes that were wild and passionate.

  "Good job, sir! You're the first and last person to find this face. As a reward..."

  The woman's right hand gently stretched out and stroked Ye Ming's face, chuckling: "You can have it for free."

  "I feel very honored."

  Ye Ming smiled and said, "While it's free, I need to responsibly tell you that the women I've been with have all shown me their true selves."

  The woman didn't expect Ye Ming's words to be so explicit, and she couldn't help but pout her small mouth, giving Ye Ming a white eye, saying: "You really are rude, don't you know how to talk to women? Do you need to maintain a man's demeanor?"

  "I only know that you will be mine tonight." Ye Ming shook his head and smiled lightly.

  The woman's beautiful eyes flowed with autumn waves, staring at Ye Ming's eyes for a few seconds before covering her mouth and laughing. For a moment, her clear and lovely yet slightly charming face made the waiter beside her somewhat dazed.

  "May I ask you some questions?"

  The woman stepped lightly and sat down slowly beside Ye Ming, the distance between them extremely close. The woman's words were as fragrant as orchids, and her breath was sweetly scented. Ye Ming couldn't help but deeply inhale a mouthful of air, as if savoring it.

  "It's okay." Ye Ming said calmly.

  The woman took a sip of red wine, gently savoring it, her expression extremely elegant. "Do you have money?"

  Ye Ming didn't expect her to ask this and was taken aback for a moment before nodding, "I guess so!"

  "Do you have strength?"

  The woman asked this question with a pair of apricot eyes staring tightly at Ye Ming, as if afraid that Ye Ming would lie.

  Ye Ming narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman with profound meaning, "There is."

  Hearing Ye Ming's response, the woman felt a sense of relief in her heart, as if she had been relieved of a great burden. She took a big gulp of red wine and swallowed hard before asking: "One last question... after we go to bed... will you take responsibility for me?"

  "In charge?"

  Ye Ming furrowed his brow, "What do you think?"

  "I don't know."

  The woman weakly shook her head, her pale neck like a clear moon. Her fingers gently stroked the sand as she slowly said: "If I told you that you're the first man to sleep with me, would you believe it?"

  "Agreed." Ye Ming nodded without hesitation.

  "Why?" A hint of delight and a hint of bewilderment appeared on the woman's lovely face.

  Ye Ming smiled slightly, "Because when I first saw you, the feeling you gave me was that of an iceberg. An iceberg... can people get close to it?"

  "For the first time?" The woman was even more perplexed.

  Ye Ming swirled the wine cup, downing the last drop of red wine, and said lightly: "Take off your true skin mask, I know this is a kind of destruction to your soul. You need to know that sometimes, some things are not going to pass just by hiding. What belongs to you will always be yours, what doesn't belong to you will never come to you."

  The woman stared blankly at Ye Ming, and after a long time, she let out a bitter laugh, gently grasping the outer layer of skin on her neck. With a ripping sound, the true skin mask on her face was directly pulled off.