Zhiyun grabbed the clothes with her other hand and blocked it in front of her: "Have you seen enough? We are alone, a man and a woman. If it were another girl who was looked at like this for no reason, she would be responsible."

"Responsible?"

His gaze slowly moved upwards, finally stopping at her face.

The little face, which had lost its color, now had a vibrant look.

To the embarrassed ones!

Zhiyun almost bit her tongue, "I'm not asking you to be responsible, just help me put on my clothes."

"I won't look at other women." He said suddenly, without even using the word "should", so confident.

Zhiyun laughed: "Have you heard this saying?"

Han Qingrang: "Can a man's words be trusted? Can a sow climb a tree?"

Zhiyun: “…”

He said what she wanted to say, leaving her speechless.

This man is really deadly. Even if he has lost his memory and doesn't remember her, he is still deadly.

He looks like a simpleton, but he's actually quite sinister.

This is really not a good sign, she can't let it continue like this.

"Take your hands off me," he said.

Zhiyun: “…”

"I can't dress you if I don't take it away," he said.

Zhiyun: “…”

She was a person who rarely found herself in embarrassing situations, but now, she had found herself in embarrassing situations several times in a row in front of Han Qingrang.

A rare shy girl.

Zhiyun wanted to close her eyes, but was afraid that he would look at her body even more unscrupulously, so she slowly took off her clothes bit by bit.

When he was dressing her, his hands seemed to not avoid contact with her skin. He put her clothes through one sleeve, and she put her clothes through the other sleeve with her hands folded, but Han Qingrang held her shoulders and lifted her up.

Caught off guard, she leaned against his chest.

It's nothing that he's wearing a shirt.

But she hadn't buttoned up the front of her shirt yet, and her bra wasn't buttoned up either...

Just as he was thinking this, his hand reached out to her back and pinched the buckle. He seemed to be unsure what to do and asked in a low voice, "How do I buckle it?"

Zhiyun: “…”

Zhiyun's face was ablaze with anger.

Don't talk about him. After he asked her that, she even forgot how to deduct the money.

"You don't want to tell me? Then I won't button it." His hand suddenly loosened.

As his hands loosened, the space in front of him also loosened.

"No! No! No!" Zhiyun shouted several times to stop it. She bit her lips, not knowing how to start.

"It's good not to button it up, to prevent it from getting on your back." He said, with such convincing reasons that she had no way to refute.

Zhiyun gritted her teeth and finished her words in one breath: "Button it to the middle, button it to the three in the last row, button them all, otherwise they will easily break."

Things like this used to be so commonplace, but now it was different. He had no memory of her, no idea of ​​her at all. To put it nicely, he was foolish; to put it bluntly, he was taking advantage of her.

"Break open?" He seemed to have learned a new term. "Judging from the size, it is indeed easy to break open."

Zhiyun: “…”

Please stop talking!!

He twisted the buckle with his hands and did as she said, slowly pulling it towards the middle.

Zhiyun raised her uninjured hand and placed it gently on his shoulder. When he buttoned his clothes, her hands twisted until they were buttoned.

"Does it hurt?" he asked her.

There is still a little bit.

But Zhiyun shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Tell me if it hurts."

“…”