"What are you saying about moving?"
Facing the mysterious woman looking for trouble, Lin Fan sized her up with interest.
Her slightly round face still retained some collagen, and she seemed to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, with delicate features. She wasn't stunning, but she was certainly beautiful, especially with that haughty air about her that couldn't be feigned, and the defiant look in her eyes also bore a strong confidence.
"So, how do you want to move?"
The woman propped her cheek in her hand, blinking her big eyes, and stared directly into Lin Fan's eyes.
"Generally, when a man wants to make a move on a woman, he basically strips her clothes and then does some indescribable things, so do you want me to move on you like that?"
Unable to understand her intentions, Lin Fan continued to jest.
"If you dare, I really don't mind, just afraid you don't have the guts."
