"Hey... what's wrong with you?"
The little figure looked at him, motionless, his handsome and captivating face slightly grim, like a king in a rage, very intimidating!
The tiny body couldn't help but shrink back, like a little ball of flesh, trembling slightly, stirring pity.
"I'm fine."
The man's expression softened, speaking in a gentle voice, "Your name is Ella Lacey, and me... you can call me Young Hunk because you got hurt yesterday, so I brought you here."
The process of getting hurt was something he didn't want to remind her of; it was an extremely torturous experience that most people simply couldn't bear.
"Oh... so I got hurt..."
Ella Lacey rubbed her sore head again, speaking hesitantly, "I wondered why I felt the world spinning, my head dizzy... Thank you for saving me, handsome Young Hunk."
Though she had lost her past memories, she still had her teasing nature towards handsome guys, just as before, naturally inherited.
