As the woman spoke, her hands did not remain idle either. They had already reached out, stroking Yang Chen all over. Pressed so close to him, she seemed as though she wished she could simply crawl onto him.
Seeing this, the several team members beside them all shrank back in alarm, clearly rather wary of this woman.
Yang Chen knew that flowers which offered themselves usually bore thorns. He would not take the bait so easily. "This must be Madam Han Mei, whom the captain mentioned earlier. Yang Chen appreciates Madam Han's kindness, but I fear the two of us may not be quite suitable for each other. If Madam Han's bedchamber is empty, perhaps you should seek another worthy man!"
Yang Chen's words were polite yet barbed, without being overly hurtful. Han Mei was left utterly stunned.
Only after a long while did Han Mei break into a coquettish laugh, a glimmer of interest flashing through her eyes.
Yang Chen said her bedchamber was empty—was he not implying that she ought to conduct herself with dignity? And by telling her to seek another worthy man, he was warning her not to set her sights on him or cause him trouble.
At such a young age, he could advance and retreat with perfect ease in conversation. An ordinary person simply could not do that.
She was growing increasingly interested in Yang Chen. Yet now that he had refused her, she could hardly press her warm face against a cold backside. She merely smiled and said, "Since Young Master Yang does not fancy this humble woman, then I shall invite you another day!"
Yang Chen did not waste any more words. Although Han Mei had failed, when the others saw that Yang Chen had not accepted her invitation, they immediately scrambled