Slowly recalling
Editor: Atlas Studios
"What did you say?"
He pushed back the blanket and stepped out of bed unhurriedly.
Only a loosely styled sleeping robe draped across his body, and he did not even fasten the drawstring of his pants.
Baring his bright and clean chest, he strolled over to her.
He lowered his head slightly. With a darkened face, he stared at Nian Xiaomu, whose face was filled with guilt.
Reaching out, he seized her chin and forced her to lift her head and look at him. With a pause after every word, he said, "Nian Xiaomu, are you planning to forsake me after using me?"
"…"
What did she say just now?
She couldn't even remember anything—what was with forsaking him after making use of him? It was at most a drunken mistake…
However, she suddenly felt that she was going extremely overboard when she met his hurt gaze.
No matter what, she was the one who had forced herself on him.