Wen Yi raised her eyelids and flicked the man's hand that was pinching her away.
She then touched the spot where his fingers had brushed her and frowned, showing disdain, "Did you wash your hands?"
All the blood on him, he hardly washed it off, right?
Mo Shichen, "..."
Her gaze swept over him as she picked up a throw pillow and placed it on her lap, while her other hand picked up the tea she had prepared before heading to the bathroom for a shower. She gently blew on it, sending out a fragrant mist, "Mr. Li, you have really lost your memory, so much so that you can't even comprehend the basic situation,"
