952 courting death

"Hey, handsome, alone?"

A strong scent of perfume wafts over, followed by a glamorous woman appearing next to Jiang Chen.

A pencil skirt, so short one can't help but worry about exposure when sitting down, and a tight crop top that resembles a tube top, showing her navel—it may be hot summer now, but it's still too revealing.

"I'm waiting for someone."

In a bar, being approached is normal, especially when the other party is an attractive woman with good qualities. As a gentleman, Jiang Chen behaved quite politely and kept his gaze restrained.

"Mind if I have a seat?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

The woman sat down naturally, resting her arm on the small round table, leaning slightly forward instinctively, making her chest even heavier.

With such a narrow waist yet such bounty, it's truly a biological miracle.

Of course.

Things in bars are not to be easily trusted.

No one can guarantee whether something is stuffed inside.