Song Guanchao didn't feel that the beautiful woman was hinting at him.
He could sense that the beautiful woman was simply expressing a feeling.
Just using herself as an example.
She didn't really have any interest in him.
The beautiful woman threw away her cigarette, stood up, and picked up the clothes that were hanging on the branch.
In just a short while, the clothes had already dried quite a bit.
She took off the shirt she was wearing and handed it back to Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao looked at her body and, as if compelled, said, "You must have quite a few suitors over the years, right?"
The beautiful woman paused slightly in her action of putting on clothes.
She turned around and asked, "Are you complimenting me on being beautiful?"
"Yes." Song Guanchao added, "And you have a great figure too."
"Thank you." The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said, "You have a great figure too. If you don't mind, can I touch it?"
Song Guanchao's eye twitched, "Mm."
