"You're tricking me again." Lan Yue withdrew her hand and turned her head back to the seat, ignoring him.
This man always loves to joke with her.
Xiao Chen parked the car by the roadside, turned around, cupped her small face in his hands, and laughed, "I'm not tricking you. Your skin really is thin."
Lan Yue glared at him, and Xiao Chen chuckled, "Still saying it's not thin? If it were An Ziqi, she'd definitely shamelessly thank me for the compliment."
An Ziqi would never stand on ceremony with him. He kissed her lips lightly.
"Don't worry, what kind of person is my mom? If she really didn't like you, would she let you see it? She's just worried that if she's too nice to you suddenly, you'd overthink it."
With his mom's mindset, even if she wanted to commit murder, probably no one would notice.
And Lan Yue, all these years, she has been carrying a heavy burden in her heart, even though she has lost her previous memories now.
