"Where are you going, Miss?"

The driver murmured a question, and it was quiet and elegant that he remembered that he had not yet been told where he was going.

"To Morris Bar."

Before she answered, Yin Mo answered for her first.

"Who said I was going to the bar?" She asked displeasantly.

"I said it."

Yin Mo-naive smile: "I think your heart is depressed, the bar may be a good place to release oh."

"cut"

quietly and calmly hummed, but did not refuse.

When they arrived at Morris Bar, they ordered a box, threw aside bags and bags, and started drinking karaoke crazily.

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