Lin Xiaofei had mustered a great deal of courage to make such a move.
She had never done anything this bold before.
Because in the past, all she had to do was flirt a little, and the men would be hers.
But no matter how she flirted now, Chen Mo would not make a move.
Left with no choice, Lin Xiaofei resorted to her trump card.
She refused to believe there were men who did not like beautiful legs in black silk stockings.
She refused to believe that just because he had something in the pot, he would not want a taste from outside.
After taking Chen Mo's hand and placing it on her thigh, Lin Xiaofei lowered her head, leaned over the table, then closed her eyes and waited for what would happen next.
Chen Mo was slightly stunned. He had not expected girls nowadays to be so bold.
But he truly had no interest in Lin Xiaofei.
Although Lin Xiaofei would score an eight out of ten among ordinary people.
She was still just an ordinary person.
Her figure and looks did not compare to any of Chen Mo's women.
Even her skin could only be considered moderately fair.
And from Chen Mo's experience, Lin Xiaofei was an old hand as well.
He did not like girls who were so "proactive."
But he had no intention of making a scene and embarrassing her, either.
He simply withdrew his hand from her thigh without changing his expression.
When Lin Xiaofei felt Chen Mo remove his hand from her leg, the blush on her flushed face gradually faded.
A moment later, it was replaced by a look of disappointment.
She had failed.
She had used every trick she had.
Yet Chen Mo still did not take the bait.
That meant...