Nangong Yunlie looked at Ming Gu Ranran's expression and felt a slump.
No matter which method she was thinking about, it was unacceptable.
"I won't kill you."
Minggu Ranran thought he was worried about his own safety, so he made a special guarantee in order to make him feel at ease.[
"That means, you'll wash away my memory?"
"yes."
Since he guessed it, Minggu Ranran didn't plan to hide it anymore, because just as he guessed, she would really wash away his memory by then, and he wouldn't remember what happened here at all.
"Damn woman, do you think you can do whatever you want?"
Nangong Yunlie rushed towards Minggu Ranran almost angrily, and then arose and kissed her.
"Hey... don't bite me."
The man bit his lips and bleeded, and Minggu Ranran slapped his back.
But no matter how she beat her, Nangong Yunlie did not relax, and the kiss became more and more crazy.
"Let's go to hell together, how about it? Gu Ranran."
There were some elements of anger and madness in Nangong Yunlie's black eyes, and he stared at Minggu Ranran.
"I...I don't want to die yet. If you want to go to hell, you can go by yourself."