"I admit, don't touch me." Dong Lin grabbed Chuzheng's hand, "I'll take responsibility."
Upon hearing this, Chuzheng regretfully withdrew her hand, "So now is Master my person?"
"..."
Dong Lin leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and sighed, "Yes."
No matter how he tries to avoid it, there's no escaping it—what happened has happened.
Moreover...
Why did he choose her under such circumstances?
In the past, it wasn't as if he'd never lost consciousness, but nothing like this had ever happened.
Perhaps...
Some things, some people, are just destined.
"I..."
The girl's face reflected in Dong Lin's pupils suddenly enlarged; her soft body pressed against him.
Dong Lin didn't manage to say anything more.
The sound of rain pattering outside echoed in Dong Lin's ears, leaving his mind completely blank.
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"Was Master pretending to have amnesia or does he truly not remember?"
