Wen Yi raised his eyelids and raised his hand to remove the man’s hand from pinching her.
She turned to touch the place where she had been touched by his finger, and frowned, “Have you washed your hands?”
His blood hasn’t been washed at all, right?
Mo Shichen, “…”
Her eyes swept over him, she picked up the pillow at any time and placed it on her lap. With the other hand, she took up the tea made in advance before taking a shower in the bathroom, and blew it gently, blowing out the scent of tea, “Mr. Li, You really have amnesia, so you don’t even understand the basic situation.”
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