Today, Helen was dressed a bit too provocatively. Her tight, waist-cinching short skirt accentuated her beautiful figure, drawing the gazes of many men around her.
"Hello, beautiful." As she passed by a table, a skinny man with a lecherous glint in his eyes tapped her on the rear.
Lin Chuan watched the scene unfold, and chuckled inwardly. It seemed that there were rogues all over the world.
Helen flipped her blonde hair, glared at the man, and angrily said, "What do you think you're doing?"
The man flashed a wicked smile, "Nothing much, just wanted to invite you for a cup of coffee."
"This is a public place. Please be mindful of your image." Helen suppressed her anger and said coldly.
The man's gaze roved indecently over Helen's body. He reached out his right hand again to touch her, all the while saying, "I just want to invite you for a cup of coffee, that's all. How about we find someplace where we don't have to worry about our image?"
