With this, she leaned closer to Quan Ying, her knee lightly brushing against his leg.
She intentionally rubbed against him, a subtle yet provocative gesture meant to convey a bolder, more direct invitation. She was completely oblivious, however, to the fact that her heavy, cloying perfume was drifting into Quan Ying’s nostrils with every movement, filling him with a sudden, inexplicable sense of revulsion.
Quan Ying frowned, barely perceptibly, and shifted his leg to the other side. With a scoff, he growled, "Get lost before I lose my temper."
Chapter 25