Shen Jinxing lowered his head while skillfully blowing on Ye Weiwei's forehead. He was indeed seducing this young woman.
He had always liked the feeling of Ye Weiwei, liking her seemingly stubborn and strong appearance, yet shy and innocent at the same time. So this time, no matter what, he wanted to seduce her completely to savor her flavor.
Ye Weiwei sensed the man's ill intentions, yet she did not push him away immediately; instead, she slipped her hand into her pants pocket and, relying on memory, pressed the record button on her phone.
"Mr. Shen, do you know what it means when you just said you have never forgotten me?" Ye Weiwei said with a smile, lifting her chin.
Shen Jinxing looked into Ye Weiwei's bright and clear eyes, became momentarily enraptured, chuckled softly, and replied, "Of course. Ye Weiwei, I miss you. I have missed you for the past five years. Do you miss me?"