"What's that?"
Cheng Xining walked up to his side, deliberately toying with his tie. Her gaze and tone were filled with an ambiguous charm, and they were so close that Cheng Xining was nearly pressed against Zheng Zhi's chest. With just a bend from Zheng Zhi, he could kiss Cheng Xining's red lips.
Over the years, Cheng Xining had mingled among men, and though she hadn't learned much about acting, her skills in seduction were top-notch. When she got flirty, she truly had the air of a little temptress.
Zheng Zhi's throat moved slightly. This wasn't his first time meeting Cheng Xining, but she had previously never even given him a proper glance. Now that she was flirting so openly, he found himself at a loss to understand Cheng Xining.
