Zhuang Hong frowned slightly, his dark eyes showing a hint of coldness. He was only ten years older. Was he very old? In the past, he did not think so. Other women thought that he was in his golden age, and every move he made seemed to make women like him. However, Cen Shuang had called his maturity old. "When you stole a kiss from me, you didn't think that I was old. Didn't you also say that I was very good-looking?"
Cen Shuang was instantly stunned. Didn't they say that after waking up, coma patients would forget everything that had happened before? It was fine if he remembered it, but why did he say it out loud? Did he think she had no pride? With one hand covering her eyes and the other pointing at Zhuang Hong who refused to put on his clothes, she stomped her feet in anger. "How could you say this? I didn't kiss you at all. You're slandering me."
