"Alone?"
Ye Qiu turned his head, his eyes landing on a woman clad in a red cheongsam, a cigarette pinched between her fingers.
Seeing Ye Qiu staring at her, the woman exhaled a ring of smoke.
Ye Qiu turned his head away, and the woman, seeing that Ye Qiu ignored her, huffed and left, swaying her body.
Ye Qiu faced the sea breeze, smiled, and said, "Maybe I'm overthinking!"
A beautiful woman approached him proactively, and he coldly rejected her, Ye Qiu somewhat blamed himself for being overly cautious.
By then, the ship had already left the waters of Japan and was moving slowly.
Ye Qiu had been secretly recuperating in Japan for a few days before he quietly boarded the ship bound for Huaxia, not expecting that merely standing at the bow would attract a beautiful woman.
Pure Huaxia language, and a distinctively Huaxia cheongsam, she should have no connection with the Japanese martial artists.
Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity.
