"Gu...Michael Gordon, don't mess around, or I won't be polite!"
Panicked, Ivy Aretha instinctively stepped back, her clear consciousness from six years ago returned, her intuition telling her to clench her fists, and her whole body tensed up.
Michael Gordon deeply looked at the flustered person before him, a spark flashed through his mind, both familiar and unfamiliar, his heart palpitated: "I haven't done anything yet, why are you so scared, looking like a frightened bird? With this look, I even doubt if I had forced myself upon you before?"
Would she be so scared just from him teasing her? In her eyes, did he look so unsafe?
Forced himself upon?
Back then, who was it that ate once and wanted to eat again? Spent a whole night worrying, and wanted more the next day? Dared to say he had no choice but to settle for? Memory loss men are shameless indeed.
