The wall lamp suddenly lit up, and Lin Yixun saw a familiar yet cold and handsome face. His gaze locked on her with a mocking smile on his lips.
"Lin Yixun, should I take it that you haven't forgotten me?"
Lin Yixun sneered, retorting, "It's naturally not that easy to forget something one hates."
"Is that so?" The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I'll make you like me."
As he spoke, the man's handsome face moved closer again, his scorching breath following. Lin Yixun's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but start to resist. But her strength was too weak; her fists landing on the man were merely a tickle.
The man chuckled lowly, "I'll take this as you flirting with me."
"Leng Yixiu, could you be any more shameless?" Lin Yixun couldn't believe that the man she was once deeply enamored with had turned into this.
