At night, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by a loud thunder.

The raindrops hit the glass window with crackling sound.

Su Ze curled up into a small ball on the hospital bed, with a layer of gauze wrapped around his forehead. His eyes were innocent and pitiful, and he looked at the doctor in the ward in confusion.

"We've checked this out. It might be temporary amnesia caused by a blow to the back of the head."

Ji Hanjun sat beside the bed without saying a word. If he had been sent to the hospital in time, there would not be any sequelae, but why did he wake up like this?

The doctors had all left, leaving only Ji Hanjun and Su Ze in the room.

Su Ze clutched the quilt tightly. He didn't know how he got here, and he didn't know who the gloomy-faced man in front of him was.

"Azawa, you really don't remember me?"

Su Ze tilted his head in confusion: "My name is Aze?"

Ji Hanjun looked at him deeply, his eyes searching for answers, but Su Ze's eyes were still filled with confusion and doubt.

I really have lost my memory.

It's still fake.

Is this a new way of escape he has come up with?

Su Ze was a little scared when he saw him staring at her. Tears instantly filled her eyes. She shrank towards the bed, but was suddenly grabbed back by a hand.

"Your name is Su Ze, my name is Ji Hanjun, I am your lover, we love each other very much."

Ji Hanjun spoke paranoidly, staring at him intently.

He looked for a moment, lifted the quilt, leaned over to pick up the person on the bed, picked up the coat on the bed and carried him out of the ward.

The nurse on duty saw this and said, "Sir, he hasn't recovered yet and can't leave early."

Ji Hanjun glanced at her with cold eyes and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

"Didn't you say that? You don't even know when you'll be able to recover, so why bother staying here any longer?"

Su Ze hugged his neck tightly, pressed his cheek against his chest, and looked at Ji Hanjun with puzzled eyes.

"If we love each other so much, then why am I in the hospital?"

Ji Hanjun carried him into the elevator, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "You blamed me for not accompanying you, and you broke something at home and accidentally stepped on it and slipped."

Su Ze was half-believing and half-doubting, but he did not resist himself. Instead, he smelled the same shower gel on both of them.

Ji Hanjun took him to dinner, and it was already late when they returned to the apartment. Ji Hanjun gently carried him to the sofa.

The floors, beds, and quilts in all the rooms were covered with juice and soy sauce, and there were quite a few fragments on the floor.

Everything around can only be described as miserable and in a mess.

The only clean thing in the room was the single sofa. Su Ze curled up on the sofa and looked at the mess in the room, unable to believe that this was his own masterpiece.

Ji Hanjun rubbed his head, went to the kitchen, put on an apron and went to clean the room.

He threw away all the carpets and quilts in the room, and went downstairs to buy new quilts and blankets.

During this period, Su Ze was very well behaved. She didn't make any noise or noise. She just curled up into a small ball with her arms around her knees and waited for him on the sofa.

Ji Hanjun rushed to the room and cleaned it up as quickly as possible. He would clean up the rest of the place after he had coaxed the other person to sleep.

Throwing the apron aside, Ji Hanjun walked forward and wanted to carry him to the bed, but before he got close to the person on the sofa, he opened his arms.

Ji Hanjun was stunned and suddenly stood still.

Su Ze saw that he had packed up until now, so wasn't he coming over to hug her?

Su Ze didn't lower his arms, just looked at him eagerly with a soft tone.

"Won't you come hug me?"

Ji Hanjun's eyes darkened a little as he looked at his ignorant, simple and well-behaved appearance. He strode forward, leaned over and picked up the person in front of him.

Su Ze hung on him like a koala, holding his waist tightly.

Putting him on the bed, Ji Hanjun held his face and took out the things in his pocket.

It was the thing that Ji Hanjun wore before.

Red box.

Is it a gift?

Su Ze saw him take out the gift box, tilted his head, and his eyes were full of confusion.

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Ji Hanjun gently stroked his face and coaxed him softly, "Good boy, I'll give it to Aze."

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Su Ze lowered his head##########

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Ji Hanjun's eyes darkened as he thought of the scene that day.

Every time I kissed Su Ze, he always struggled and even wanted to bite me, but I just liked Su Ze's refusal to give in.

That day also##########

There were waves in his heart, and a huge and turbulent wave was set off in his mind, and he could no longer calm down.

"Aze, can you kiss me?"

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But they are lovers, so kissing is normal.

I have forgotten many things, even when I agreed to let him wear this thing.

Su Ze leaned over, touched her nose to his, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Just a light touch like this makes people feel even more moved.

Su Ze wanted to step back, but a hand grabbed him tightly, preventing him from moving back.

He was too fierce, and the arms around his waist held him tightly like an iron clamp, which not only made him unable to push away, but also made him very passive.

Ji Hanjun would close his eyes every time, but today he wanted to see whether Su Ze had really lost his memory or was just pretending.

Su Ze couldn't push it away, and he had to endure it passively. He could only turn his head slightly and close his eyes.

This action made Ji Hanjun even more presumptuous and crazy.

“…I can’t… breathe…”

"Azawa is so delicate."

Ji Hanjun gently reached out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

His eyes were filled with endless madness, and then he looked deeply into the person in front of him, hoping to see resistance in his eyes.

But no.

Is it true that he has lost his memory?

His Aze was born beautiful, but she was spoiled since she was a child. She had a bad temper and was domineering, but only he knew it.

Azawa is the best behaved person in the world.

He is beautiful and delicate like the little prince in a fairy tale book, but his personality can be sweet and bad at times.

Like a spoiled Ragdoll cat with a bad temper and a love for acting spoiled.

This is what belongs to him.

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[Please review and approve my post. I've been blocked for almost a month now. I've deleted everything I should have deleted.]

This is his spoiled and precious little master, his, Ji Hanjun's.

Ji Hanjun's eyes grew deep, and in a flash they turned into madness and paranoia, with a determination to win.

"Aze, let me hug you."