Li Shaoling Remembers Fragmented Scenes

Ji Weixi was wearing a champagne-colored dress.

She was especially vibrant with her fair skin under the night light. Her jet-black hair was loose over her shoulders alongside the diamond necklace that dangled loosely on her taut collarbone. Perhaps because she was embarrassed, she had a rather playful pout, her cheeks faintly red and charming.

And she was angrily stamping her feet.

"You are a rotten egg, Li Shaoling!"

How could he do something so embarrassing! Wouldn't the crowd in the concert see?

Aaaargh. It was humiliating to even think about it!

Li Shaoling walked up and wrapped his arms around her, staying patient as he quietly sweet-talked. "Good girl. You look so nice."

'Looks nice, my foot!'

Ji Weixi had more to say, but was speechless when she looked up.

Li Shaoling's devilishly handsome face was flawless beneath the night. His eyes were tenderly invasive and irresistible, and anyone would easily be enchanted.