Lu Xiaoyou was still wondering how he planned to awaken her memory.
Her entire body was lifted up by the man.
She sat on the man's arm, facing him, her hands naturally encircling his neck.
Lu Xiaoyou saw a tiny droplet of water sliding down the man's prominent nose, following the elegant curve of his upper lip, and settling on his lower lip.
A thought suddenly flashed in Lu Xiaoyou's mind. She wanted to taste that crystalline droplet, thinking it must be very unique!
As this thought emerged in her mind, she had already acted on it.
The man's breath fell on her face, a scent she liked—extremely enticing and comforting.
The woman's soft fingers cradled his head, her fingertips threading through Long Xiliang's hair.
A low, mocking sound escaped from Long Xiliang's throat.
"Lu Xiaoyou, what do you mean? Trying to please me? Or do you throw yourself at any man?"
There was a mocking smile in his eyes, unclear whether he was ridiculing himself or others.
