"Hey, handsome, can I ask you to buy me a drink?"
The stunningly sensual French woman approached Chen Yang and winked at him, a delicate red mole at the corner of her eye adding an extra layer of allure.
A technician sitting next to them involuntarily gave up his seat, and the French woman sat beside Chen Yang, propping her chin in her palm and smiling at him.
Everyone who saw this envied Chen Yang deeply.
You're just a bit good-looking, so why do even French women approach you for drinks? It's so unfair, why can't I encounter such good fortune?
Chen Yang looked at the French woman, smiled, and with raised eyebrows said, "Beautiful, have we met somewhere before? I feel like you look... very familiar."
What a cliché pickup line, everyone thought disdainfully.
The French woman winked at Chen Yang, her deep blue eyes filled with exotic charm: "My name is Veronica, and I can assure you that I've never seen you before. Perhaps to you Huaxia people, all French women look alike."
