The woman kept approaching the man.

Fu Yichen had been forced against the wall, his back pressed against the wall, his palms also pressed against the wall behind him, his face turned to one side, his body tense and stiff, his expression uneasy.

Seeing his expression, Su Luoluo stopped and slowly moved her eyes to his earlobe, which was slightly red.

He is shy.

Su Luoluo was stunned.

There was silence.

Fu Yichen coughed lightly, "We are moving a little too fast. After all, I don't remember what happened before, which is unfair to you."

"..."Su Luoluo.

"What are you thinking about? I just want to check the condition of your head."

Seeing that the two were getting a little close, Su Luoluo stepped back and put some distance between them.

Fu Yichen realized that he had misunderstood her, and his neck turned red.

Su Luoluo found it interesting and stared at him.

A big hand covered Su Luoluo's sparkling eyes, and a deep voice came from above, "Don't look at it like that."

"Why?"

Su Luoluo reached out and was about to pull down the big hand.

As soon as these words fell, Su Luoluo was pulled into a broad and strong embrace. In front of her were bulging chest muscles and the masculine aura was overwhelming.

A large hand pressed the back of her head.

"You seduced me."

His breathing was slightly rapid.

"..."Su Luoluo, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Su Luoluo, "Then you are too easily seduced."

"Just for you."

Fu Yichen's voice became a few notches lower.

"..."Su Luoluo.

"How long are you going to hold me? Can you let me go now?"

After being hugged by him for a quarter of an hour, Su Luoluo patted his chest.

Fu Yichen put down his arms and looked at Su Luoluo, observing her expression.

Su Luoluo was calm and didn't react much. She turned around and walked to the chair and said lightly, "Come here, I'll show you."

Fu Yichen walked over and sat on the chair.

Su Luoluo took his hand, bent down, felt his pulse, checked his head, pressed a few acupoints on his head, and asked about Fu Yichen's condition.

The soft long hair slid down from the shoulders, the ends of the hair swayed in the air a few times, gently swept across a muscular arm, and finally fell on the back of his hand, shaking gently.

Fu Yichen's deep eyes moved from Su Luoluo's fair little face to the ends of her hair gently touching the back of his hand.

I have a pretty good understanding of his situation.

Su Luoluo withdrew her hand, stood up, and said calmly, "The blood clot in your brain is compressing your nerves. You need acupuncture to dissolve the blood clot in your brain. Then your memory will slowly recover."

The hair floated in the air as she moved, leaving the back of his hand.

Fu Yichen averted his gaze and looked at Su Luoluo's pretty face, slightly dazed.

Su Luoluo brought the silver needle and found that Fu Yichen was still staring at her face. She raised her eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The gaze that fell on her red lips seemed to be burned by something. It was withdrawn in an instant. Her Adam's apple rolled up and down twice. Her lips moved and she murmured, "No, nothing."

Su Luoluo had something else to do, which was to give him acupuncture, so she didn't think much about it and approached him.

The distance between the two is very close.

Fu Yichen's nose was filled with her unique fragrance.

Her fragrance penetrated into his heart from his respiratory tract, eroding it bit by bit and forcefully occupying his entire heart.

Fu Yichen's hands on his knees clenched little by little, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his body became stiff as it became tense.