What was he trying to do?
"Huai Fu Yueming, let me go, you pervert, don't touch me!" Mi Yao bit her teeth and cursed him.
Huai Fu Yueming pressed down on her body, burying his head into the nape of her neck and inhaling the faint fragrance of her skin, still the familiar and intoxicating scent he adored.
His memory had all returned, and the moment he opened his eyes, his mind was filled with thoughts of her. He had wanted to do this to her for a long time, to possess her recklessly, to make her blossom for him.
He breathed heavily as he kissed her delicate face, "If I let go of you now, wouldn't I be betraying the name of 'pervert'? Mi Yao, have you missed me, hmm?"
The last sentence he uttered in an extremely hoarse and fierce voice. Had she missed him during these three years?
"No, no, no, you are just my nightmare, I wish I had never met you... mmm!"
