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"Hehe," Yan Nansheng curled his lips into a smile, his peach-blossom face becoming even more dazzling and stunning.
"What do you think?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Damn it, how did she know?!
Soon after, Yan Nansheng's voice rose again, nonchalantly, "Consider it thanks for taking care of me recently."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Alright then.
She lowered her head, her face showing embarrassment and even more self-criticism.
Feng Yanyan, when will you finally see reality for what it is?
Can't you stop fantasizing every time he flirts with you a little bit?
He said before he would never like you, even if he suddenly lost his memory, it wouldn't make sense for his temperament and preferences to change so much in such a short time...
Meanwhile, Yan Nansheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth violently.
Fuck, being a bloody motormouth again, is telling the truth going to kill you or what?
