The woman spoke, raising her hand, her cool fingertip gently caressing Wen Nan's cheek.
The woman carried a faint scent of freesias, mixed with a hint of sandalwood.
Wen Nan didn't move, like a statue of Buddha, sitting cross-legged on the ground, allowing the woman to act as she pleased, his gaze firmly fixed on her face.
The woman's smile deepened and she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
As if unable to withstand his gaze, the woman raised her other hand, covering Wen Nan's eyes, then leaned closer, intending to kiss his lips.
Just before their lips met, Wen Nan abruptly raised his hand, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her away.
The woman's slender body was roughly pulled back, her smile somewhat diminished as she lowered the hand that covered Wen Nan's eyes, looking at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Wen Nan's brow furrowed slightly,
"Are you now... a player?"
The woman gently shook her head.
"Strategy Character?"
