She suspected him of taking advantage of her amnesia and making things up.
Her face flushed, she vehemently denied it: "Impossible! I'm not that sort of person. Don't frame me because I lost my memory."
The man huffed.
Repeating her words, "You're not that sort of person?"
Seeing her shifty eyes but her stiff neck pretending to be calm, Huo Sichen scoffed again: "Didn't you lose your memory? How do you know what kind of person you were?"
Cornered, Li Susu felt a pang in her heart.
She stubbornly denied, "I know. I'm not that kind of person."
The next moment, her eyes widened as she watched the man approaching her, her heart pounding like a drum.
What was he doing?
Li Susu was extremely nervous, her hands on his chest to stop him from getting any closer.
His chest was damp with sweat, wet yet burning her hands.
She instinctively withdrew her hands, which as a result, allowed him to pin her down tightly onto the bed.
Her face instantly felt hot.
"Huo Sichen...Get off me."
