The Wellington Steak arrived, the red wine had been decanted, the piano music was still flowing, and the fragrance in the air was pleasant—light, elegant, and serene.
Lin Chu felt like a wolf in sheep's clothing, a bandit in a tailored suit.
Of course, the woman across from him was no little lamb, either.
He remembered a news story about a high school senior who, at a pre-exam pep rally, boldly declared he would work hard to get into a big-city university so he could go "poach the city's finest girls."
Youths will be youths, bragging about anything and everything.
But the city's finest girls weren't so easily poached.
Right now, it wasn't so much that Lin Chu wanted to sleep with her, but rather that he wanted to test his own charm. He wanted to put the theoretical knowledge from his recent cognitive upgrades into practice.
Liao Meili's posture as she sipped her wine was very elegant. She truly had the air of a sophisticated, wealthy beauty.
