"Hey, Mr. Lin~"
A delicate, coquettish voice called from behind.
Lin Xian instinctively gripped the red wax chunk, then turned his head.
He saw...
The comer was a very beautiful woman with a tall figure, an off-the-shoulder red evening gown that perfectly showcased her graceful collarbone and pale neck.
It was a rather bold dress, just as bold as its color: fiery red, passionate, intense. The slit at the thigh was subtly revealing, complementing the woman's exquisite curves.
"Hello," Lin Xian said softly.
"I apologize, Mr. Lin Xian, I've been watching you for a while." The woman blinked, her eyelashes sparkling:
"May I ask for the pleasure of... a dance with you?"
The woman extended her hand, trying to lift Lin Xian's fist from the table.
Thud!
"Sorry."
A streak of blue silhouette fragranced with perfume arrived, with sharp high-heeled shoes stepping in between the two first.
