The small courtyard next door.
Xiao Bailu was completely dazed.
The man's rough breathing brushed against her face so vividly, his lips sealed hers, appearing both obsessed and intoxicated.
This wasn't the first time she kissed this man.
In fact, her mind still retained the image of his last kiss.
But, after three years, she never expected they would reach this point.
Her brain suddenly felt a bit oxygen-deprived, and her usual quick reactions and fierce actions were nowhere to be found.
After a while.
Huo Tingzun finally released her slightly, his eyes a bit confused: "Xiao Bailu, did I know you before?"
Xiao Bailu, breathing unsteadily, glared at him: "What do you think?"
Huo Tingzun's fingers brushed over her lips: "Here, it feels familiar..."
Xiao Bailu: "..."
Dog man, he only remembered her lips?
She took a deep breath: "Huo Tingzun, don't play the amnesia game with me."
