The fox kissed the wrong person!

Yu Fuli shook a shaker in her hand, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.

Five or six glasses on the bar were already empty. Although these were meant for the men and women gathered around, many of them had ended up in his stomach.

The world before my eyes began to resemble an oil painting soaked in water, with colors subtly blurring and swirling, and the lights casting hazy, dreamlike spots of light.

He blinked, his long eyelashes casting small shadows on the mask.

However... it's not a big problem.

As for Hu Hu, I dare not say anything else, but his drinking skills are definitely top-notch, passed down from his ancestors.

This amount is barely enough to be considered a warm-up.

Consciousness seemed to float on warm clouds, light and airy, but fingertips remained steady, not spilling a single drop of wine while pouring.

He even felt that this slightly tipsy state was just right, as everything looked through a soft-focus filter, and even the noise floating in the air became pleasant background noise.

He squinted contentedly, casually poured himself another half-cup of water, tilted his head back and drank it down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a satisfied sigh.

The joy of a drunkard is that simple.

"Mr. Fox... could... could you please mix me a drink?"

A girl wearing a silver butterfly mask moved to the bar at some point, her voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and you could see the blush on her ears through the mask.

Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, her eyes wanting to look at Yu Fuli but not daring to look directly at him.

Yu Fuli's gaze swept past her and landed on several young girls in a booth not far away, who were also wearing masks and waving and cheering in this direction.

He understood immediately, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

Ah, so it was just a little butterfly that was pushed out by its companions and mustered up the courage to try it out.

"Of course," he said softly, his voice tinged with the gentle buzz of alcohol, but his hand didn't stop moving the cocktail shaker. "Do you have any preference? Sweeter, or... stronger?"

As he asked questions, he casually picked up new ice cubes from the ice bucket.

Her movements were fluid and natural, as if she were completely unaffected by alcohol. Her effortless composure only made the little butterfly in front of her more nervous and excited, and the blush on her face spread all the way to the base of her neck.

"Anything is fine!" She quickly added, seemingly realizing it was too perfunctory, her voice rising slightly with urgency, "As long as... as long as you set it, I'm fine with anything!"

Before he finished speaking, a few good-natured chuckles and low whistles could be faintly heard from the surroundings.

Clearly, it wasn't just her friends who were paying attention.

The little butterfly was practically burning up; her face beneath the mask was scalding hot.

It was almost her first time in such a place, and she had no idea how to deal with the situation. Her toes turned unconsciously, and she almost wanted to run away immediately.

Just then, Yu Fuli chuckled softly.

The laughter came through the mask, low and not mocking, but rather like a gentle breeze.

He looked up and gave her a reassuring look across the bar, his movements continuing as he smoothly manipulated the utensils in his hands.

"I understand." His voice softened, carrying a reassuring tone. "Then... I'll give you a cup of First Butterfly."

The name of the wine was like a little magic, instantly soothing most of the little butterfly's panic and embarrassment.

She gave a soft "hmm," her fingers slowly loosening their grip on her skirt, her gaze involuntarily following the hands that were creating a special drink for her.

Yu Fuli nodded slightly without saying much, but her fingertips were already moving nimbly.

He didn't look at the dazzling array of wines behind him; his left hand, as if it had eyes, reached behind him and precisely grasped the two slender bottle necks.

One bottle contained vodka as clear as mountain spring water, while the other contained elderflower liqueur with a pale golden hue.

With his right hand, he picked up a lime that had been prepared on the bar, rolled it skillfully between his fingertips, and with a flash of light, he deftly sliced ​​off two thin slices of lime, one of which he gently placed on the rim of a tall champagne glass.

The whole process was smooth and effortless, without any hint of deliberate effort. Even the actual bartender behind the bar paused his wiping of the glasses and watched with great interest, arms crossed.

Yu Fuli poured ice into the stainless steel shaker, the crisp clinking sound like an overture.

He first poured in crisp vodka, then a liqueur with a honeyed aroma, and finally squeezed in a little fresh lime juice.

Beneath the scarlet fox mask, the corners of his lips seemed to curve slightly, as he added a small spoonful of the bar's homemade honey syrup with a touch of violet syrup.

"Ding, ding, ding—"

He closed the shaker and suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

The silver pot flew between his fingers and palm, tracing dazzling arcs at a speed that almost left a afterimage.

The surrounding noise seemed to quiet down for a moment because of this dazzling technique, and more eyes were drawn to it.

After shaking for about ten seconds, he suddenly stopped and placed the shaker steadily on the bar mat.

He lifted the lid of the shaker, but did not pour it out immediately.

The hands, appearing even longer under the dim light, gently set the silver pot aside, then turned to the girl wearing the butterfly mask. With a slight, graceful tilt of her upper body, like a gentleman in an old-fashioned play inviting a dance partner, she elegantly extended her right hand forward, palm facing upward.

The little butterfly froze, staring blankly at the hand suspended in mid-air.

She just wanted a drink and had no idea what the gesture meant.

However, the cheers from the surrounding crowd suddenly rose, almost drowning out the drumbeats from the nearby dance floor.

"Wow—!"

"Here it comes! The classic segment!"

"Little butterfly, reach out your hand!"

Experienced people immediately recognized the implication.

After the bartender finishes mixing the drink, he will usually use a delicate metal bar spoon to lightly dip the liquid in and then taste it on the back of his hand.

But in some bolder, more suggestive situations, this action can become an unspoken game.

Place a drop of cool liquor on the back of the other person's hand, then, in a gesture of kissing their hand, use your lips and tongue to receive the drop of liquid mixed with alcohol and body heat.

This is a game that blurs the lines between tasting and touching, etiquette and provocation, emphasizing the undercurrents beneath the restraint.

Yu Fuli maintained the outstretched hand gesture, his gaze beneath the mask carrying a hint of patient waiting and a touch of playful encouragement.

The little butterfly's cheeks burned under the increasingly urging of her companions and the scorching gazes of those around her.

Finally, with great hesitation and extreme slowness, she gently placed her slightly trembling hand in Yu Fuli's palm.

His hands were dry and warm, and they held her fingertips firmly.

With his other hand, he picked up the bar spoon and scooped up a tiny spoonful of pale purple liquid from the shaker.

The liquid swayed slightly in the spoon, reflecting the shaky light.

Under everyone's gaze, he moved his wrist steadily, gently placing the cool, clear drop of the first drop of the first butterfly onto the center of her fair hand.

Then, Yu Fuli held that slightly cool hand, naturally leaned down slightly, closed her eyes, and with an almost reverent gesture, gently placed her lips on the back of the hand where the drop of crystal-clear wine had been—

Ok?

The expected cool and sweet aroma did not come through, and the texture seemed a bit too smooth.

And what about the coolness from the evaporation of the wine?

The deafening noise and music around us had somehow turned into an eerie silence.

Occasionally, there were also a few gasps.

Yu Fuli opened her eyes in confusion, her vision, still hazy from the alcohol, slowly focusing—

The first thing that catches the eye is not the girl's slender wrists and shy butterfly mask as expected, but a black fabric cuff.

His lips were pressed against the back of a hand with distinct knuckles and pale skin, clearly belonging to a man.

Her hand remained firmly there, letting him kiss her without the slightest hesitation or trembling.

Yu Fuli's drunkenness was instantly jolted away by the strange touch and silence.

He looked up from the cuff, at the long, slender fingers, the sharply defined wrist, and further up…

A cold, expressionless, silver-white mask was looking down at him.

The eyes behind the mask were like deep pools, firmly locking his bewildered and lingering languor reflection within them.

The surrounding lights, crowds, and music all seemed to fade and recede at this moment, leaving only the almost stagnant air between the bar and the bar area, which was less than a foot apart.

The hand he had accidentally kissed was still firmly planted near his lips, showing no sign of retracting.