As the girl approached, the pungent smell of perfume made Ou Jue frown.
He shot a cold glance across, "Get lost."
The girl was caught off guard by the intimidating aura around Ou Jue, startled.
She forced a smile, "Hey handsome, drinking alone? How about I drink with you as an apology?"
As she spoke, she went to pull up the high stool next to Ou Jue.
The next second, the high stool was kicked over by Ou Jue, his icy voice smashed towards the girl like frost.
"Get lost!"
Oh my.
The girl was so frightened she stumbled back a step, her face turning pale, and she fled in panic.
The smell of perfume gradually dissipated.
So unpleasant.
Ou Jue expressionlessly opened another bottle of wine.
He found the smell on that idiot much more comforting.
Damn it...
Ou Jue rubbed his temples.
Why was he... thinking of her again.
*——*——*
The next day.
During break.
Xiyan was lying on the desk bored, while An Ran was memorizing English.
