Xiao Chen chuckled lightly, his intention unclear.
As soon as Shen Qinghe sat down, he caught a whiff of that light, grassy scent on her that stirred up his lust. Although he was reluctant to admit it, this woman, Shen Qinghe, could easily provoke his desires.
This was not a good sign.
At first, he was very resistant, but now he was thinking that perhaps once he had Shen Qinghe's body, he would stop obsessing over her.
Nan Sheng was very close to Xiao Chen and naturally noticed his distraction.
Before Shen Qinghe showed up, Xiao Chen seemed indifferent, not giving Nan Sheng any positive response, no matter how close she got or what she said to him.
After Shen Qinghe sat down, Xiao Chen's gaze kept falling on her. Nan Sheng knew that was the look of a man interested in a woman.
In the past, wherever she went, men's gazes followed, making other women feel invisible.