Gu Xiran's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. She had forgotten that before Qin Song lost his memory, she could casually tap his forehead, but now that Qin Song has amnesia, he might not be happy with her doing it.
He might even... get angry and annoyed.
Gu Xiran stuck out her tongue, feeling a bit awkward as she spoke.
"Sorry... I got used to it before."
Qin Song cast a deep glance at the woman in front of him, and his gaze finally settled on the ribbon on her wrist, a strangely familiar feeling compelled him to look for a few more seconds.
"Tang Bao, were we really close before?"
"Yeah, almost like growing up wearing the same open-crotch pants... what do you think?"
"So do you like me?"
Gu Xiran: "..."
Qin Song hit the nail on the head, and Gu Xiran did not deny it.
"Yes, I've liked him for many years, since I was about four years old... liked him for over a decade."
"I like you too... Even though I can't remember you, I'm not stupid..."
