An Mingji finally looked up, and without his glasses, he was a demonic handsome man. The moment his affectionate peach blossom eyes glanced over, it gave the illusion of deep emotion.
As if the person being watched by him was deeply loved by him.
His handsome, almost seductive face was revealed, truly a demonic charm that enchanted everyone.
An Mingji was very well composed, calmly saying, "I remember, vividly, never forgotten."
Originally angry, Yang Miaomiao was stunned by this glance.
But his words left her utterly powerless.
She couldn't stand An Mingji being so calm; she wanted to tear off his mask, to see him angry, to see him anxious.
Recalling something, a malicious smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, "Does stolen food taste good? Is the food you snatched fragrant? Being beaten to the ground with no power to fight back, does that make the memory more vivid?
Even if you now appear well-dressed, it doesn't change the cruelty and filth in your nature—"
