Head Home with Me
Editor: Atlas Studios
At this moment, at a roadside stall just two blocks away from Starlight Bar.
Hot air rose from the pot. The ingot-sized wontons were cooked and almost ready to be eaten. A little coriander and shrimp skin were sprinkled on them, and together with a big spoonful of fresh chili oil, it immediately made people salivate.
There were three or two tables of customers at the roadside stall, and one of them was Jian Ai.
After leaving the bar, the evening wind blew. Thinking of the bloody face under her fist, Jian Ai felt her stomach-churning. She held onto the telephone pole and vomited.
The gloomy and ruthless person in the bar was gone. Jian Ai, who had calmed down, returned to the quiet girl.
She emptied Chi Yang's dinner. The moment she vomited, she felt empty in her stomach and was a little hungry.
After swallowing a few hot wontons, Jian Ai raised her eyes and looked at the pale blond and the untouched wontons in front of him.