What do you mean by really playing with men?
Not only playing but good at it, too.
Elise Don once again gave a bewildered look, glancing askew, "Mr. Zhen, you'd better clarify what you're saying."
She called James by his full name, full of displeasure.
"Haha." James told Elise Don to relax, "You're the one with the face of a femme fatale and a classy aura. Standing there, you outshine all others. How can men not daydream when they see you?"
"The queue of men who want to sleep with you could stretch from downstairs to the Eiffel Tower," James said, thinking he knew it all. "So many men delivering themselves to your doorstep for practice, can you honestly say you're not skilled at playing men?"
Elise Don didn't know how to refute.
The first half of James's words were basically right, but the playing men part, she could not agree with, especially since the man she once loved the most was won through an arduous chase.
