"Eh? Aren't you a Stack Soldier?" Li Cheng looked surprised, still maintaining the gesture of reaching out, "Alright, Little Red Riding Hood."
"I'm not Little Red Riding Hood either!"
Yuan Zhixia slapped her forehead and sighed, "We're all thousand-year-old foxes, why play coy like this? I am Jingzhe Xiazi."
"Okay." Li Cheng nodded.
"...Aren't you surprised?" Yuan Zhixia raised her eyebrows slightly, "Or did you recognize me? When?"
"About when we were on the lake, when I was holding the back of your collar."
Li Cheng said, "Although you've made up, changed your face, hairstyle, and attire, and sprayed a lot of odor remover, and wore fingerprint covers.
However, some things haven't changed in a short time.
Like the distribution of pores on the back of your neck, the distribution of hair roots, weight, skeleton, and the unique smell of your sweat mixed with shower gel.