Norton's whole body trembled when he spoke coldly. Suddenly, he pushed Ling Jichen to the bed with all his strength and stood away. The red of his little face had faded and replaced it with the extremely sad white, "I don't remember all of it."

"right? I remember it very well. " Ling Jichen stood up slowly, walked to Leng Yinuo, reached out and stroked her black hair. Her hair was very soft and her hand felt very good, just like her body, which would never be forgotten after touching.

"you'd better forget all about it." Leng Yinuo didn't know where the courage came from. She opened Ling Jichen's hand...