Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Likes to Play with Women
Under the light, Lilac Serval possessed an allure different from other women; her beauty was intoxicatingly poisonous.
After finishing a cigarette, she stubbed it out and didn’t light another.
She watched the people in the bar come and go.
A wave of intoxication assailed her; her head began to ache faintly, and she couldn’t help but rub her forehead.
Lilac Serval was incredibly stunning, just like a startling ray of light, impossible to ignore.
A few men in their thirties or forties cast occasional glances her way.
Seeing her alone, their desires were aroused even more.
“Sister Serval, quit drinking continuously, have some fruits. Let me peel an orange for you,” Small Eleven picked up an orange from the fruit plate.
“Small Eleven, you’re very kind,” Lilac Serval was quite fond of this young boy.
Innocent and inexperienced, he had entered the workforce straight after graduating from high school.
It was heartbreaking.
The boy chuckled, “Sister Serval, stop praising me .”
He smiled embarrassingly.
It seemed that Lilac Serval was the first one who sang praises to him and treated him this well.
Just as Small Eleven finished peeling the orange, the group of men sauntered over.
All in their thirties or forties, a few were smoking while others held glasses of red wine.
Each one of them wore a malicious smile on their faces.
“Babe, drinking all by yourself? Bored? Why not join us, drink together? We ordered so much alcohol that we are worried it won’t be finished. We’ve noticed that you can hold your liquor pretty well,” the leader with the cigarette drawled.
He blew a puff of smoke, appearing relaxed and nonchalant.
His lecherous gaze roamed all over Lilac Serval, especially lingering on her chest for several seconds.
“Indeed, drinking with us should be more fun than drinking alone.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to chat and discuss life?”
“Babe, what do you say?”
The bunch of men began to harass Lilac Serval with taunting words.
Before Lilac Serval could respond, Small Eleven took a stand.
“Sister Serval has me for company, she won’t be drinking with you,” he said, his voice trembling.
Working at the bar, he knew these men were local troublemakers, capable of causing fights, drinking heavily, gambling, and playing with women.
“Yo, where did this blockhead come from? Didn’t even notice him,” the leader sneered, “Shrimp should get lost.”
With that, he shoved Small Eleven, and the boy fell onto the sofa.
Small Eleven, small and frail, had no ability to fight back.
As soon as he crawled up from the sofa, the men behind held him down, warning him coldly to “stay put”!
Lilac Serval lifted her head and smiled at them, “No.”
“Babe, we’re just inviting you for drinks, no need to be so stingy. You’re all alone here, aren’t you lonely? How about we take you for a ride after the drinks? Lots of fun places around here…”
The leader smoking the cigarette approached her, his coarse hand reaching towards Lilac Serval’s.
Lilac Serval dodged him and grabbed her wine glass, avoiding his touch.
Her face bore an unperturbed smile, “I simply don’t wish to drink with you.”
Small Eleven broke out in a cold sweat for Lilac Serval.
These men had considerable influence in the area, and no one dared to offend them.
Lilac Serval’s rejection was so blatant, so obviously not giving a hoot about their feelings… he started to worry.
“Oh, really don’t want to drink with us? Babe, don’t be like that!”
The man moved even closer, forcing her further back into the sofa.
As he moved closer, Lilac Serval frowned, visibly annoyed.