"I've forgotten the past."
"You may have forgotten, but I haven't. After all, those are the most beautiful memories of my life."
Ling Xiaoqiao's expression shifted slightly but she didn't speak.
Seeing a chance, Lin Mu quickly grasped her soft little hand. Sure enough, Ling Xiaoqiao frowned, symbolically struggled twice then turned away, looking into the distance. But her snow-white neck was tinged with a seductive blush.
At this moment, the food they ordered arrived. The chubby owner had obviously forgotten Lin Mu, who had once grabbed him by the throat. He greeted them with a smile and returned to the smoky barbecue grill, busy as ever.
"Xiaoxiao, want to drink?"
"No, drinking with you is too unsafe."
The woman's tone softened a lot, but her words saddened Lin Mu, who pouted in distress before responding, "You don't think I'd get you drunk and do something bad, do you?"
Ling Xiaoqiao glanced at him, "Isn't that the case?"
