Inside the club, the bass pounded so hard it rattled through bone. Electric music bled through the walls, neon lights flashing wildly over dancing bodies.
The people danced, drank, laughed and smoked while others pressed against each other in dark corners, mouths tangled, hands wandering.
The whole place smelled like sweat, expensive liquor, and pure sin.
Wenzhi moved through it easily, the lollipop hanging loose between his lips as he bobbed faintly to the rhythm.
Xinyuan stayed behind him, watching.
Suddenly, a woman broke away from the group she was dancing with and stepped directly into Wenzhi's path, blocking his way with a sultry smile.
She was a striking, beautiful woman with a shaved head, tattooed throat, and a silver ring pierced through the center of her lower lip. Her eyes swept over Wenzhi slowly, greedily.
"Hi," she said, smiling. "Want to dance?"
Wenzhi's brows lifted. He pulled the lollipop from his mouth. "I would, but..."
