"Want to be friends?"
Selena looked at Wen Sheng with a bright smile. Her gaze and words were direct, aggressive, shooting out like rapid-fire, leaving no room for refusal.
Even if the other party was a stranger.
Wen Sheng didn't like this feeling. She was slow to warm up to people. If friendship could be easily established over an article of clothing, she wouldn't have only one close friend, Zhu Qingjia, after all these years.
Out of politeness, however, she responded lightly, "I'm Yvonne."
"Nice to meet you." Selene's eyebrows lifted, "An old saying goes 'A gentleman doesn't snatch others' likes'. But I'm not like that. I have a strong competitive streak – whether it's a man or an object I like, I'll find a way to get it. Since Yvonne, you are so generous as to give away what you like, I want to express my gratitude... how about choosing another piece for yourself while I pay? Consider it as compensation for me taking what you liked."
Her words were direct and condescending.
