Yan Yinuo's head hurt even more, why didn't she have any memory of these things?
She crossed her legs and continued reading.
"The little girl's lips are pink and pouty, reminding me of the sensation from last time..."
Seeing this, Yan Yinuo shivered violently.
The sensation from last time? She felt that the content disclosed in this sentence was very suggestive.
Could it be...
Yan Yinuo took a light breath, the notebook in her hand weighed a thousand pounds.
Should she continue reading? If she continued, the content testing her heart's endurance might become more and more frequent.
Yan Yinuo thought strangely, could all the contents in this notebook be related to her? No wonder it was placed in the bookcase's hidden compartment, so difficult to find.
In the end, emotion triumphed over reason, and Yan Yinuo couldn't resist but flipped open the pages.
What did she see next?
She saw her uncle, who was once elegant and aloof in her eyes, kissing his fourteen-year-old niece.
