C140 Like a Clown

"How is it? Is it good?" Peng Kai asked Huiting. He was holding a glass in his hand. The light came from a white light bulb with a pink light cover. It felt very good to see it on the revolving table of the Japanese restaurant. The two of them didn't really care about the sushi in front of them. What Peng Kai cared more about was what Huiting had become