Han Yingying was taken aback, her eyes wide open, completely forgetting to be afraid.
Was Shen Mosheng kissing her?
Could it be that Shen Mosheng remembered something?
While she was still stunned, Shen Mosheng had already pulled away, his tone as cold and distant as ever, "Miss Han, screaming like that can scare people."
"I..."
"If you're so scared, maybe you should just leave."
"No," Han Yingying immediately refused, "Shen Mosheng, just now you..."
"What about it?"
"Were you to me..."
"Yes."
"Why?" Han Yingying was even more astonished, not expecting Shen Mosheng to admit it so readily.
Yet, this indifferent tone was always somewhat displeasing.
Shen Mosheng looked at her coldly, asking indifferently, "What do you think?"
Ignoring the indifference in his voice, Han Yingying clutched his sleeve tightly and asked nervously, "Did you remember something?"
