"Hey, Young Master Bo, are you okay?"
Zhang Yiming hadn't expected Bo Lin to be such a lightweight. He'd only had a few drinks, yet he couldn't even stand steadily.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bo Lin sag bonelessly against the person at the door.
"Holy shit." He looked up and froze. Where had this ridiculously handsome man come from?
Under the overhead spotlight, the man's features looked like a painting. His rosy, thin lips were lightly pressed together, and his long, narrow eyes were half-lowered behind his glasses as he looked at the man in his arms.
And he was so tall. Bo Lin stood around six foot one, yet somehow looked petite in his embrace.
Suddenly, Zhang Yiming shuddered and immediately reached out to pull Bo Lin away.
He hadn't forgotten how much Bo Lin hated physical contact.
But just as he was about to touch Bo Lin, the man actually took a step back.
Zhang Yiming's hand was left hanging in midair.
"Hey, who the hell are you?" He laughed in irritation.
Hua Jian was startled too. He didn't know why, but seeing this sleazy man reach for Bo Lin had instinctively repulsed him, so he'd moved away with Bo Lin.
"Oh dear, what happened to Young Master Bo? Young Master Zhang, this is our bartender."
Manager Liu looked helplessly at the three of them.
"Bartender?" Zhang Yiming's eyes lit up. He looked Hua Jian over carefully. "Just like Shen Mo said. You really are good-looking."
The hot breaths Bo Lin puffed against Hua Jian's neck were making him restless.
He licked his lips, his voice inexplicably hoarse. "Is Bo Lin drunk?"
Zhang Yiming quickly snapped out of his admiration for Hua Jian's looks. He frowned at the silent Bo Lin. "He was