"Wh-what do you want?" The woman's voice unconsciously grew softer as she looked at Sheng Wenhao, and her eyes had a warm glint of fondness, her bashful appearance in stark contrast to the way she had boldly fought for a seat just moments before.
"I don't know, you tell me, hmm?" Sheng Wenhao watched the change in her expression, his smile growing wider. The surge of hormones emanating from him seemed endless, and his deep-set eyes, when fixated on someone, were incredibly intense, as if she were the only one in the world he could see. Yet, the deepest part of his eyes remained icy cold.
"How about we get a room to discuss this?" Her gaze moved upward towards Sheng Wenhao, her eyes becoming more alluring and seductive. Even the hand holding her purse grew slack, while the other hand boldly reached over and rested on Sheng Wenhao's shoulder, her body pressing against his with ease.
