Being stared at like this, Shi Mengwan's exposed shoulders and skin inexplicably felt as if they were covered with a layer of coldness.
She shrank her shoulders and looked at Zhan Haoze with uncertainty.
"Dear Brother?"
Zhan Haoze turned over and pressed her under his body. He looked down at her face.
"Dear Brother?" He raised his hand and gently pinched her chin. "Who are you calling?"
"Dear Brother?" He was very heavy, and Shi Mengwan could barely breathe under his weight. "I'm calling you. Aren't you my dear brother?"
Shi Mengwan didn't understand. She also didn't know why he didn't remember her and didn't recognize her.
However, that scar and his appearance had long been engraved in her heart. She would never forget them.
"Dear Brother, have you forgotten? I'm Wanwan."
Zhan Haoze stared at her face. He moved closer and looked into her eyes while his hands slightly exerted force.
