Xiao Qiao smiled seductively, her body as soft as silk, seemingly oblivious to his displeasure and anger. Her gentle form wrapped around him like a snake, but Wesley jerked away as if shocked. Xiao Qiao pretended to lose her balance, falling to the ground with tears brimming in her eyes, looking at him pitifully—a brilliant act. Yet, Wesley walked away without a backward glance.
Xiao Qiao: "..."
This trick doesn't work?
Xiaojiu clearly said that men fall for this trick.
Especially straight men.
This man clearly seemed like a very upright person, yet he walked away leaving such a delicate flower behind.
So... insensitive to romance.
Wesley searched the street but couldn't find anyone, frowning slightly. He trusted his instincts. Xiao Qiao was sitting on the railing downstairs, gently swinging her legs, watching Wesley walk back.
