Arc 6 (5). The bartender is done with rich people.

Zhao Fang was wasted as he had his head lying in his arms.

He had too much to drink and now he was here, with no one to help him get up from the table and go home.

Well, Li Huan was here but he did not want to ask his mortal enemy for help.

His hooded eyes, covered by his dark bangs, gazed around the whole bar.

His head was fuzzy and he couldn't think properly at all.

His gaze unconsciously roamed over the counter, where several customers were buying drinks for either their partners or friends.

Dark eyes came to a stop as they stared at a familiar figure making drinks for the customers.

Li Huan was focused on making the drinks, whenever he would blink, his long lashes would flutter, creating the perfect image anyone had ever laid their eyes upon.

His long hair was tied in a low ponytail this time, strands falling on his face, structuring it to perfection.

Pale hands worked fast as they poured and mixed the drinks, slender fingers flexing as he held onto the cups tightly.