Yu Tu looked at Lu Mi.
The white vine mark on Lu Mi's chest was especially glaring.
It was his Partner Mark alone.
A storm instantly churned in his blood-red eyes, strange and sinister, carrying emotions beyond description.
He subconsciously rubbed his fingertips together.
Lu Mi smiled even more maliciously.
"What, Commander Yu Tu? You see an old lover and can't even give me a reaction?"
Yu Tu immediately obliged him.
He reached out and grabbed Lu Mi by the throat.
"Lu Mi, you're looking for death."
Lu Mi remained unmoved, a wicked look on his face. "I'm looking for death? Ha, I'm happy to look for death."
Actions proved it better than words.
The grip around his neck tightened, and Lu Mi's breath caught.
He stared at Yu Tu like a wolf eyeing its prey.
His gaze held a ruthless determination to never let go, an indescribable focus.
He even raised his brows in provocation.
Yu Tu let go.
Lu Mi gave a scornful laugh.
"...You! Lu Mi!"
With one hand, Lu Mi grabbed Yu Tu's long loose hair from behind, and with the other, he looped an arm around his neck.
"Commander Yu Tu, wasn't it you who begged me to cuddle back then? What, now that you remember everything, you want to kick me aside again?"
Lu Mi lowered his head and lightly bit Yu Tu's shoulder.
"What, old bastard? Addicted to being a scumbag, are you?"
Yu Tu said nothing.
Lu Mi met his eyes, his gaze turning sharp.
Lu Mi said with certainty, "You haven't remembered Lu Xiaojiu."
They were pressed together without even a sliver of space between them, yet both their expressions were frighteningly cold.
The softness and romance from before seemed like a dream.
Lu Mi asked, "How much do you remember?"