A trace of disgust welled up in his heart. Leng Jianan grabbed Ke'er's thin arm and turned her over without any mercy.
Ke'er slumped on the bed with a big font, and muttered vaguely: "You can do whatever you want."
Whatever he does! Leng Jianan smiled coldly and wanted to curse.
He, a dignified and cold young man, has never touched a woman casually.
He looked at this woman with boredom, and suddenly, he was a little stunned.
There will be no earth-shaking changes in appearance between the age of eighteen and twenty-four. The only difference is that the older you get, the more beautiful you become and the older you get, the uglier you become. It is only the difference between youth and maturity.
This face... why is it so familiar? It's like a look hidden deep in his memory, and he can't wait to come out of his shell.
Leng Jianan's eyes continued to slide down and fell on Ke'er's chest. He once remembered that a girl briefly appeared in his life and she had a cute heart-shaped birthmark on her chest.
At this time, this woman who was sleeping more deeply than a pig also had an identical birthmark on her chest.
Is it her? Is it the girl who said goodbye to him proudly?
His hand slowly touched the birthmark. It was flat, not tattooed.
Tang Ke'er, Tang Ke'er
When these three words appeared in Leng Jianan's mind, his heart palpitated slightly, and a long-lost sense of intimacy that no one had ever experienced came to his heart.
This feeling is very strange. I have never felt this way about any girl. It seems like a kind of nostalgia.
Ke'er, are you really this terrible woman lying on the bed with an ugly sleeping look and the smell of alcohol?
Is she really the only woman who dared to say "goodbye" to him proudly and never saw him again after that?
Leng Jianan's hand gently touched her still smooth face, gently pulled the corner of her mouth, and smiled meaningfully.
She has grown up!
At this moment, the cell phone rang, and Leng Jianan took it out from his trouser pocket. It was A Kun.
He answered the call and said coldly: "What are you doing?"
Brother Kun was very flattering: "Master Leng, this is your birthday gift. Don't dislike it. You know how difficult it is to find a bud these days."
Maybe it's a bit technically inferior, but it's brand new and very clean..."
"What's her name, her real name?" Leng Jianan interrupted A Kun's words in a cold voice.
A Kun seemed to think for a while before saying: "Tang, Tang Ke'er" There are so many princesses, how could he have the intention to remember their real names?