It's better not to meet a city-toppling beauty

Song Zhiyun's expression turned ugly. He was very dissatisfied with Gong Yun's frivolity.

"Gong Chen hasn't been right recently!"

Song Zhiyun bit his lower lip, as if this could reduce the pressure to the minimum.

"If he remembers, we're both finished!"

"You're wrong."

Gong Ming casually leaned his strong body against the head of the bed, his slender fingers holding a cigarette as he smiled playfully.

"You're the one who's finished."

"You ..."

Song Zhiyun's body suddenly tensed up. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

&Quot; don't forget that you were jealous of Chenxi and insisted on replacing Gong Chen's memory. &Quot;

Gong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to play with the hair by song Zhiyun's ear as if he was playing with a toy. He pretended to turn a blind eye to her trembling in anger or fear.

"Do you still remember how much pain Gong Chen was in?"

Song Zhiyun glared at him angrily.