Li Chunhua glared at Shao Jingfei. There was a sense of exasperation on her face.
Although it was true that she insisted—half-forcing Shao Jingfei to dance with her that night, she didn't expect that he disliked it so much he wanted to erase it from his memory. He didn't seem to hate it, so she shamelessly thought he enjoyed it to some extent.
Who would have guessed he would hate it that much?
Thinking that she was the only one who thought fondly of the memory that night made her feel stupid and sorry for herself.
Shao Jingfei had successfully ruined one of her best memories with him. How could she bear it?
"No one will think you are dead if you don't open your mouth!"
"See? I know you are angry because of that!" Shao Jingfei covered his head, fearing that Li Chunhua would suddenly grab the glass and throw the contents at him, or worse, throw the whole thing at him.
