The man's eyes gradually cleared. There was still blood on her lips.
Just as Qiao Nian was about to speak, the man stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off his lips. He looked at Qiao Nian with an invasive gaze.
Was he a pervert?
Who in their right mind would drink blood?
Qiao Nian met the man's eyes. His gaze was complicated. It was stubborn, domineering, and filled with pain and reluctance.
Strange. He had clearly done something bad to her. Why was he pretending to be aggrieved? What was there to be sad about?
Could it be that the two of them had really been together in the past?
Had she forgotten about him?
How was this possible?
Although she knew that this was impossible, she couldn't help but feel sad for him. She looked up at him and asked softly, "What have I forgotten?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man's weak eyes closed and he fell onto her.
"Ahem."
