mu yichen paused for a moment. his gaze fell on her slightly pale little face.
"of course i'm not speaking without thinking. i was only drunk that night. i didn't take any drugs like you, so i still have memories. i still remember the birthmark on the back of your waist, i still remember that you have a pair of slender legs. once i'm nervous, they would wrap tightly around my waist. you're also very delicate and afraid of pain. when i use a little more strength, you'll cry and act like a spoiled child ..."
"stop, stop, stop ... mu yichen, shut up!" luo chenxi was furious out of embarrassment. she shouted at him to stop.
her little face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, and her face was about to burn.
this, this, this ... what was going on?
she was the one who was interrogating mu yichen, so why did this man start driving without saying a word?
what happened that night, he ... why did he remember it so clearly?