"Luo Li... Do you really not remember me?" Teng Yanyuan's eyes were stained with a hazy alcohol color, and his tall and slender body leaned on the swing pillar behind Luo Li. The two buttons on his shirt were loosely undone. He was slightly drunk, and his delicately carved facial features softened under the moonlight.
Damn titillating.
Luo Li heard the magnetic and deep male voice behind her and turned her head. The light and soft hair left the fresh fragrance of peony flowers on the summer night.
The two people's eyes collided. At that moment, it was like the S19 comet colliding with Jupiter in the last century...