"Greetings, sir." The woman in the white gown spoke, her voice as soft as silk and her expression a captivating blend of fragility and allure, enough to make anyone's heart ache with a desire to protect her. "You looked familiar the moment I walked in. Have we met before?"
Qin Li sighed softly. 'Do I really look like such a nice guy?' he thought. He raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman. Her demeanor was coquettish and alluring, yet her gaze was as clear as spring water. "Miss," he said, "you're mistaken. I've never met you."
The moment Qin Li spoke, he could feel the young man in the white martial attire at the neighboring table let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, he sensed the peculiar stares from the other patrons in the restaurant. Qin Li chuckled inwardly, 'They probably all think I'm a coward, don't they? Rejecting a beautiful woman who approached me first.'
