Duan Wujiu didn't lie. Although he wanted to look sad to gain Liu Zhiheng's sympathy, in fact, his past did exude a disgusting smell.
He looked at Liu Zhiheng with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see his past through her.
"Every time I want to recall the past, in addition to having a headache, I also have a suffocating feeling like drowning. Only when I smell Ah Heng's scent do I feel like I can breathe again.
Ah Heng, you know, the memory in my mind is gone, but there are still a lot of smells, but none of the smells make me feel comfortable. Most of the smells make me sick and make me feel uncomfortable. The pain makes me angry and makes me want to destroy the world. "
"Apart from A-Heng's taste, only A-Heng's taste makes me feel comfortable."
Duan Wujiu came close to Liu Zhiheng at some unknown time. He knelt down on the bed and leaned his head on Liu Zhiheng's neck, sighing.
"So Ah Heng, please don't drive me away, okay?"
…
Liu Zhiheng could feel Duan Wujiu's warm breath on his neck, and the distance between the two was so close.
Suddenly, Liu Zhiheng felt as if there was a current flowing from her neck to her whole body in an instant. The current made her tremble, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble...
Immediately afterwards, the body reacted one step ahead of the consciousness.
She heard herself let out a low-pitched cry, and then her whole body went limp, and she collapsed helplessly.
Damn it, her stuffed stuffed constitution actually broke out at this time...
Duan Wu Jiu reacted quickly and caught Liu Zhiheng who was falling on him. He felt that the woman in his arms was weak and boneless, and her waist was so thin that he could break it with one hand.
There was a hint of surprise on Duan Wu Jiu's face, and he slightly widened his beautiful phoenix eyes, "A Heng... what are you..."
Have you completely accepted him?
"No!" Before Duan Wujiu could finish speaking, Liu Zhiheng hurriedly denied it.
Liu Zhiheng didn't know why he became soft, but it was so natural that his body acted first before his brain had time to react.
Duan Wu Jiu hugged her tightly, his eyes seemed a little shocked, which made Liu Zhiheng a little ashamed. Her shameless reaction must have frightened Duan Wu Jiu.
Liu Zhiheng wanted to stand up, but Duan Wujiu's hand grabbed her arm so hard, hugging her so tightly that even if her body wasn't so limp and weak at the moment, she probably wouldn't be able to break free.
The area on Duan Wu Jiu's body seemed to be on fire, and Liu Zhiheng was set on fire.
She could only bite her lip, trying to use the pain to clear her consciousness.
There was hazy moisture in her eyes, and she looked at Duan Wu Jiu with tears in her eyes, as if she was about to cry at any moment.
She obviously meant to refuse, but her expression seemed to encourage Duan Wu Jiu.
Duan Wu Jiu's expression also changed a little, his eyes were dark, and the paranoia and domineering in his eyes that he had restrained so well before could no longer be hidden.
"Ah Heng, what do you mean?" Duan Wujiu asked, his voice becoming hoarse due to suppression.
"I didn't mean that... I just had a cramp suddenly and lost all my strength. Don't misunderstand me..." Liu Zhiheng's voice was soft, as if she had been soaked in water. "Xuelang, you want to Why don't you let me go first..."
She clearly meant to let him go, but her tone didn't sound like it.
Duan Wujiu didn't let go.
He looked at Liu Zhiheng with a deep look in his eyes, lowered his voice and said, "I won't let you go. It was obviously Ah Heng who threw himself into his arms."
"I don't want to throw myself into my arms..." Liu Zhiheng didn't know how to explain it, so he begged, "Can you please let me go? I'm afraid I won't be able to get up."
"Why can't you get up?"
"Xue Lang is so comfortable to hold."
…
This was the first time Duan Wu Jiu heard A Heng say such words, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red. However, his expression did not reveal a trace of discomfort. Instead, he pretended to smile casually.
He didn't want to look so flustered and indifferent in front of Ah Heng.
"Didn't Ah Heng say that I am your child adopter? In that case, what's the point of a hug?" Duan Wujiu said.
Thinking of this, Liu Zhiheng said helplessly: "I can't let you be my child adopter for the time being..."
"Why?"
Liu Zhiheng paused, then raised his eyes to look at Duan Wujiu with his watery eyes, and whispered: "Actually...I...I have an engagement with someone else."
Duan Wujiu's eyes suddenly became terrifying, as deep as an ancient well, and he could not contain his murderous intent.
"But this engagement is not suitable. My family is planning to cancel it, but we can't cancel it yet. We will have to cancel it after a while, maybe a year at most, and then we will cancel it."
Duan Wujiu's expression relaxed, and he asked softly, with a gentle tone, "Then after you break off the engagement, I will be Ah Heng's child adopter, okay?"
Liu Zhiheng thought that after a while, he would have recovered his memory and turned away from others, so he didn't care how he answered now and just agreed.
"Okay, after I break off the engagement, I will let you be my child adopter."
Duan Wujiu was very happy.
"Then can you let me go now?" Liu Zhiheng said with a blushing face.
Duan Wu Jiu suddenly tightened his embrace, directly picked up Liu Zhiheng and put her on his lap, letting her chin rest on his shoulder.
"Okay, wait until I become Ah Heng's legitimate child adopter, then I can hold Ah Heng in my arms."
Somehow, Liu Zhiheng felt that the hug Duan Wujiu mentioned and the hug she mentioned seemed to have different meanings.
…
Duan Wu Jiu's Adam's apple rolled, but finally his reason prevailed and he let go of the man in his arms.
He didn't want to scare A Heng. After spending the past few days together, Duan Wujiu had already figured out Liu Zhiheng's character. She was soft-willed but not tough. If she was forced to do something she didn't want to do, she would be very unhappy.
"I will wait for Ah Heng." Duan Wujiu said in a low voice.
Liu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Thank you Xuelang."
Duan Wujiu hugged Liu Zhiheng, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Under the quilt, Liu Zhiheng's face was red, and he was embarrassed to show only a pair of eyes, which were watery and seemed to be seductive.
"Go to sleep," Duan Wujiu's voice was hoarse, "Ah Heng, please don't seduce me."
Liu Zhiheng was so ashamed that he immediately covered his face with the quilt, "Sleep!"
Duan Wujiu chuckled and looked at the man who covered his head with the quilt, his eyes as gentle as the spring breeze.
He really liked this little cabin in the mountains. Although it was only seven days, it seemed like a lifetime had passed for him.
He even secretly prayed that God would not let him remember the past.
Because he had a premonition that if one day he remembered the past, he would have to take the initiative to step into the abyss filled with the smell of decay.
He liked to stay with Ah Heng, Duan Wujiu thought, to a certain extent, she was the only one for him in this life.
Because in this world, he only remembers Ah Heng.
He only has Ah Heng.
