"Who are you? Why are you lying in my arms..."
Hearing this sentence, Liu Zhiheng was confused for a moment. It was really unexpected. After all, there should still be a month before Duan Wujiu recovers his memory.
Moreover, they had just been together last night, and this morning he didn't recognize each other, which was a bit too stupid...
Liu Zhiheng wanted to say stop joking, but Duan Wujiu's eyes were so different from Xuelang's. His eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all, and they were so distant that Liu Zhiheng couldn't laugh.
What's more, Xue Lang was so kind to her and such a gentle person, he would never joke with her about such a thing at this time.
So soon, Liu Zhiheng accepted the reality. Duan Wujiu lost his memory again, one month earlier than expected, and he completely forgot about her.
Hey, do you want to do this with her? You won’t recognize anyone before you put these pants on.
Duan Wujiu watched as the face of the girl in his arms changed several times. She was originally lazy and delicate, but for some reason, she suddenly became hairy.
The girl coldly removed Duan Wujiu's hand from her body and sat up.
The quilt slipped off the girl's smooth shoulders, and her long hair hung down on her smooth and white body like white jade, half-covered, but traces of ambiguity could still be seen all over her body.
Duan Wu Jiu's eyes looked at her from beginning to end, and finally landed on those red marks. Were these marks made by him?
Duan Wu Jiu also sat up and found that he was also wearing nothing.
In this life, could he still treat someone so undefensively?
Even though his consciousness was blurred when he was sick, it shouldn't be like this. In the past, when he was sick, everyone who came close to him would die.
"Did I favor you when I was unconscious?" Duan Wu Jiu asked.
Liu Zhiheng looked at Duan Wujiu and said with a smile, "It's not about being favored, it's just a matter of mutual consent."
Duan Wu Jiu curled his lips. This woman dared to say that she didn't seem to be that boring person.
"What's your name?" Duan Wu Jiu asked.
Liu Zhiheng had a cold face, his appearance was obviously charming, but his aura was not small. He looked at Duan Wujiu with disdain and snorted: "What do you mean, you don't remember who I am? This is another case of amnesia. Already?"
"again?"
"When I picked you up a month ago, you also had amnesia. You didn't even remember who you were."
Duan Wujiu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "A month ago? What day is it now?"
"Today is the second day of the twelfth lunar month."
"What place is this again?"
"This is Taohua Village, which belongs to Pingzhou. My family is a hunter in Taohua Village. On the first day of the new year a month ago, you fainted in the snow outside my yard. I picked you up." Liu Zhiheng deliberately emphasized his tone. , emphasized, "If it weren't for me, you would have frozen to death outside."
The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the tear moles at the corners of his eyes gave him a sense of enchantment and mystery.
"How do I know you're not lying to me?"
Liu Zhiheng sneered. This man had a lot of eyes when he lost his memory. Now he has even more eyes. He has to test even this little thing.
"Can't you smell lies? You don't know whether I lie or not?" Liu Zhiheng said angrily.
Duan Wujiu felt a strong murderous intention in his heart, and stretched out his hand to pinch Liu Zhiheng's neck. But strangely, just when he tried to use force, a strange tenderness spread in his heart, calling out He was reluctant to exert force.
Such a thin and fragile neck, if it were to be broken by force, it would be rude to a beautiful woman.
Liu Zhiheng also realized that something was wrong with Duan Wu Jiu. The last time he pinched her neck like this was the first time she met him. At that time, his hands were so strong that she almost suffocated.
Now he just put his hand on her neck. When he reached out just now, he looked like he was going to kill someone.
Liu Zhiheng looked at the hand on his neck inexplicably and opened it impatiently.
"what you do?"
Duan Wu Jiu retracted his hand in embarrassment.
"Who told you about me?"
"You told me so yourself."
"I told you such an important thing?"
"Is it important? You told me just a few days after we met."
"No one knows about this except myself."
Liu Zhiheng smiled and said angrily: "Now that I have it, what, you want to kill me?"
Duan Wujiu was silent, thinking about what this incident meant. This was not the first time he had lost his memory. In the past, it had been three to five days. Most of the time, even if he lost his memory, he still understood Self-protection, often, when he regains consciousness again, it is always in an inaccessible place, or among a pile of corpses...
Only this time, not only did he lose his memory for a month, but he also hung out with such a lowly village girl and told her the most important secrets without reservation.
It seemed that his hysteria was getting worse.
…
Seeing that Duan Wu Jiu stopped talking, Liu Zhiheng didn't bother to say more. She was still angry, so she got up and got out of bed to look for her clothes that were thrown all over the floor.
She wasn't wearing any clothes, but she wasn't covering up at all. She stepped on the ground with her bare feet, her back to Duan Wu Jiu, picked up her clothes and put them on slowly.
Duan Wujiu looked at the woman's unashamed appearance and was a little surprised. Even the women in brothels had to act somewhat reserved when facing their patrons.
Could it be that all the women in this village are so heroic?
Liu Zhiheng bent down and put on his pants. Duan Wujiu's eyes fell on her round and firm buttocks that looked very tight. His heart moved slightly and he subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple.
His deep eyes were shining with light like stars. He looked at Liu Zhiheng meaningfully, opened his lips lightly, and seemed to smile.
This woman has such a graceful figure, where she should be thin, she can grasp it, and where she should be fleshy, she is graceful and graceful, which is not an insult to him.
Duan Wu Jiu even felt a little pity that he couldn't remember anything.
Liu Zhiheng put on her pants and went to get her top. When she saw the bellyband on the bed, her heart sank again.
This is the bellyband Xue Lang gave her.
Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he saw a slender white hand with clear joints picking up the crimson mandarin duck bellyband.
Duan Wujiu picked up the bellyband and handed it to Liu Zhiheng, but he looked directly at her face.
"for you."
Looking at the bellyband in front of him, Liu Zhiheng's heart felt as if someone had hit him.
Duan Wujiu was so cute at that time. She asked Xuelang to buy something for herself, but he only bought her something. The remaining money was used as a deposit in a bookstore, and she borrowed books and copied them in order to make money. I raise her and want to be her door-to-door son-in-law.
Now, one finger is picking up the thin strap on the bellyband, which is full of frivolity and playfulness. How can there be any cherishment and tenderness when giving the gift?
Liu Zhiheng's mood slowly sank. When Duan Wujiu saw that she was not moving, standing there in a daze, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled frivolously and charmingly.
"What, do you want me to wear it for you?"
