Veronica silently drank some wine, but she was still quite sober. She leaned against the wall and walked out of the bar. Tears continuously rolled out from her eyes.

The eyes under the black-framed glasses were charming, and she hid them very well.

She was wearing an old-fashioned business suit, and her hair was meticulously combed behind her head. She seemed to be out of place with the bar lights, red wine, and green atmosphere.

Her mind was filled with that terrible scene.

Ignoring her parents' opposition, she left Chicago City and came to this strange place for her boyfriend, who had been in love with her for four years in college.

Now, her close friend, Harper, had stolen him from her. Her boyfriend dumped her and went to bed with her close friend.

She clearly remembered that Jackson was sitting on the bed with Harper in his arms, looking at her coldly, and then said to her, "I'm sorry, Silence. I don't want to live a life without passion. During the four years of love, I even have to get your permission to hold hands. I'm not a monk. Besides, Harper is more beautiful and considerate than you. The most important thing is that she can satisfy me! Do you know how enchanting I am with her snow-white thighs around my waist?"

Veronica raised her head and wiped away her tears. With a sneer, the friendship and love of the past vanished into thin air at this moment.

She was so drunk that she felt uncomfortable and walked forward. However, she suddenly bumped into someone.

Before she could react, she was thrown out of the room.

"Damn it, b*tch, how dare you hit me!"

Veronica was so painful that she broke out in a cold sweat. Her glasses fell out, and her black hair fell on her waist like a waterfall in an instant, covering her white cheeks.

Veronica gritted her teeth and tried to get up from the ground, but she was pressed back by Yellow Hair's arms.

"Get lost! Let me go!" She struggled.

Yellow Hair, who had been knocked down, squatted down with his companions behind him. "Tut, tut, tut, tut. I can tell at a glance that you are an old virgin, but you can't leave as soon as you hit me!"

Veronica laid helplessly on the ground, her teeth biting down on her delicate lips as she endured the pain.

"Don't touch me!"

The yellow-haired man showed a mouthful of yellow teeth. Before he could make a move, he felt a strong wind sweeping over him. The force was so fierce that he was thrown into the air.

The man standing in the neon light was tall and straight, and his handsome side face, which was as sharp as a knife, flickered between bright and dark. He casually pulled off the buttons of the front part of his military uniform shirt.

With a sneer, he flicked off the dust on his military uniform and took back his feet. His eyes swept over the several punks who were rushing up. He bent his fingers slightly and broke one person's arm as the light and shadow floated.

In less than a minute, they fled in panic.

The man's imposing manner was too imposing. The two four-star dazzling figures on his shoulders had obviously been strictly trained.

There was always a trace of a smile on the corners of his mouth, but it was still chilling in the bottom of his eyes. He was handsome and domineering. The strength of a pair of tiger-skin military boots was enough to make them flinch. No one even saw how he made a move.

He buttoned his shirt again and his eyes fell on the onlookers. After a while, the onlookers were all dispersed by his gaze.

Veronica's sense of alcohol had long dissipated. At this moment, she awkwardly raised her head and looked at the man who had saved her. The uneasiness and fear in her heart had also been washed away.

There seemed to be something stuck in her throat, but her eyes fell into his dark eyes.

Her dark and bright eyes were like a clear pool that attracted her soul. It was the first time in her life that she had seen such a stunning man.

"Thank you!"

The man frowned and looked at the angel-like pure and beautiful face in his sight. He squatted down involuntarily and lifted her long scattered hair with his fingers. The touch was so soft and smooth that it made people reluctant to let go.

"Can you get up?" His voice was low and moving like a cello with a beautiful melody.

Veronica held her breath. His actions and gaze were so ambiguous that they were beyond her range of acceptance, but she forgot to resist.

Biting her lips and supporting herself on the ground, she wanted to stand up, but she felt that she was held up by the man from the ground. His big palm was hot and thick, with one hand holding her legs and the other passing through her hair.

Veronica screamed and put his arm around his neck. She couldn't say a word, and her little face, which had taken off her glasses, was red. "You, you..."

The man carried her all the way, not caring about her weak resistance at all.

"What? Do you still want to lie on the ground and let others laugh at you?"

Veronica pursed her lips and carefully sized him up. His chin was bright and clean, and his eyes were as deep as the night. His nose was tall and straight, and his body was tall and straight. She could even feel his tight muscles.

She blushed because she had never been held by a man like this.

"What's your name?" She summoned up the courage to ask. Her voice was weak, and her little hands were so cramped that she didn't know where to put them.

Suddenly, she made a big decision in her heart. This man was a good choice. Just now, the gang of gangsters called her an old virgin. Jackson and Harper's sarcastic eyes were like knives in her heart.

She would never be the conservative and rigid self in the past.

Vincent opened the door and put the little woman in his arms in the passenger seat. His breath was a little hot.

She was obviously wearing an old professional suit, and her hair was combed meticulously, but why was she so beautiful hidden under her disguise?

It made him almost lose his mind along the way.

The moment her glasses fell, he saw it clearly. There were still tears on her cheeks. Even if she was a little pale and lonely, she could not hide her beauty. She was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, without a speck of dust.

Her long black hair, which was like a waterfall, wrapped around his fingertips, making his throat tighten. The desire that had never been touched by any woman was now easily stirred by her like a dormant beast.

He looked at her and replied, "Vincent Smith!"

Veronica seemed to have plucked up a lot of courage. Her eyes shone as she looked at the man who was leaning over. "Then how about we spend a night together?"