Chapitre 402: 402 wants to lose memory

Song Lin dragged Tan Rou to the stairwell next to the bathroom, a place where people usually didn't come, and since they were on a relatively high floor, it was unlikely anyone would come up the stairs.

Tan Jing was pressed against the fire door by Song Lin, gasping for breath.

"Song Lin, what are you trying to do?" Tan Jing was uneasy inside. "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Song Lin smirked, reached out to touch her made-up face, and regardless, Tan Jing was quite attractive, even more so after putting on makeup. And that high-end dress made Song Lin really want to rip it apart.

"This dress isn't cheap, is it?" Song Lin asked.

Tan Jing's internal alarm bells went off, but she dared not lash out at Song Lin, instead pleading. "Song Lin, this dress is very important to me, please don't lay a hand on it!"