"Can I have a drink?" She smiled and smoked a cigarette.

The winemaker in the Holly Dynasty moved his finger, then picked up his glass and drank it alone.

"Cool." The woman approached with a grin. "I've been paying attention to you for a long time. You're my type."

Her hand stretched out from the space under the bar, accurately covering a place.'Has your girlfriend gone? Then I'll replace her to accompany you.

Fingers move flexibly.'Believe me, my technology will be better than hers.

Feeling the warmth in her palm, it seemed that after she mentioned three words about her girlfriend, it was amazing.

She laughs, aren't men all like...