"Bastard... it's you! Long Yutian!"
The familiar scent of cologne in Long Yutian's arms completely awakened Xia Yanxin's memories. It was him; she clearly remembered that familiar scent of cologne when she was entwined with him.
She reached out to remove the mask from his face, but he held her hands down, "Babe, since you like me as a mysterious stranger, then tonight, I can make you feel incredible once again..."
It was indeed this bastard, acting like a dominant emperor starving her, while pretending to be a kind-hearted person delivering food in the depth of the night, and taking advantage of her drunkenness to flirt with her...
Xia Yanxin's face turned red with embarrassment, "Who likes you, you filthy Rogue..."