"If I feel like hitting you, of course I'll hit you." Black Butterfly stared at Ye Long and said.
"Uh…"
Hearing this, Ye Long was a bit helpless.
Do I really look this much like someone begging to be punched?
Ye Long looked at Black Butterfly and said, "At the very least, you're a woman, right? Can't you be a little gentler?"
"Why should I be gentle with you?" Black Butterfly shot back.
"Uh…"
Hearing her, Ye Long once again had no idea what to say.
Black Butterfly was still the same Black Butterfly he used to know, not the slightest bit changed.
The only difference was that she didn't recognize him anymore.
But if she at least had some impression of him, that meant she could still remember him.
"Black Butterfly, I think the two of us really need to have a proper talk." Ye Long looked at her and said.
"Talk? About what, exactly, between us?" Black Butterfly's beautiful eyes fell on Ye Long, full of doubt at his words.
