Chapter 214: Poor Memory

Xu Xiaoyue was carried down from the sofa by the man.

With your feet off the ground, your IQ takes the high ground.

She was much more obedient now, and put on her slippers obediently without the man telling her.

Yan Ye looked down at the girl in front of him. She was not even as tall as his shoulders, and he had no idea where such a rebellious idea came from.

He smoothed the girl's frizzy braids and said, "I ordered some milk for you."

Xu Xiaoyue twisted her nose. The milk at the milk delivery station had been unsaleable in the past few months, so they signed a contract with the army and offered some discounts. Now almost every household has placed an order for milk.

No one knew what Yan Ye was thinking, but he ordered two bottles at once and forced her to drink one in the morning and one before going to bed at night.

Xu Xiaoyue doesn't like drinking milk. She always feels that milk has a fishy smell. It tastes a little better after heating, but she doesn't particularly like it.

Not to mention, people like Yan Ye forced her to drink it as if she was doing a task.

The girl was about to shake her head to refuse, but the next second the man's words came faintly from above her head.

"Last time you said you were considering getting married, how is your consideration going?"

Xu Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat.

The reason why she said that at the time was purely to put the person off.

Less than a week had passed and Yan Ye asked again, as if forcing her to make a decision.

Xu Xiaoyue looked up and glanced at the man's expression. She cleared her throat and pulled the braid back from the man's hand.

"Well, I want to drink milk first."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and ran to the kitchen.

Yan Ye could clearly see the guilt and panic on the girl's face.

He didn't say anything, but just loosened his grip and watched Xu Xiaoyue run away in panic like a rabbit.

Yan Ye had heard some of the rumors in the army.

The political commissar's move was risky, and it almost forced him to accept the marriage.

If Xu Xiaoyue wasn't there, Yan Ye could have directly denied it.

Even if he offended a senior administrator, that group of people would not be able to do anything to him.

But now he has a weak spot.

He was afraid that the group of people would use Xu Xiaoyue's case to make a fuss and investigate the girl's identity.

Yan Ye had tried his best to burn all of Xu Xiaoyue's textbooks and letters from when she was in the countryside.

He is a soldier, and sharpness is his nature.

Yan Ye had suspected that Xu Xiaoyue was a spy planted next to him, a honey trap sent out specifically for him.

He even tried several times without the girl knowing.

If Xu Xiaoyue showed any signs of instability, he would report to the organization and say that he had accidentally executed a spy in secret.

To Yan Ye, erasing a person's identity and removing all traces of her existence in this world is not a big deal.

The dead Xu Xiaoyue was registered in the police station, and the real Xu Xiaoyue would be imprisoned at home by him, no matter what the group of people behind her wanted her to do.

He would hide her away and she would never see the light of day.

Yan Ye tried several times, but the girl seemed to have no interest in his documents at all.

The only thing that made him alert was the last time she was in the villa, when she was looking through her academic records, she shook out all the documents in the drawer.

However, Yan Ye checked the surveillance footage and found that the girl only glanced at the irrelevant information and then started looking for other things.

Either her disguise was really good, or he really had wronged someone.

Xu Xiaoyue didn't expect that even though she had integrated so well into this environment, her partner would still doubt her.

She stood in the kitchen, the milk in her hand felt like Chinese medicine. Xu Xiaoyue only drank a few sips before a feeling of nausea surged up in her heart.

"vomit."

Xu Xiaoyue held onto the wall with her hands, bent over and began to dry heave into the sink.

She glanced at the milk in her hand and muttered softly, "What a crappy milk! It tastes too fishy."

After vomiting several times, Yan Ye heard the noise and went into the kitchen.

"What's going on?"

The man pulled the girl into his arms with one hand and stroked her back with the other hand.

Xu Xiaoyue put the milk in her hand on the table and said, "What kind of milk is this? It's so unpalatable and smells fishy."

As she spoke, her voice sounded a little aggrieved.

She had already said she didn't want to drink milk, but this person insisted on forcing her to drink it.

Yan Ye's eyes also fell on the milk bottle.

The milk was delivered by the milk station early in the morning. It felt warm to the touch and didn't look like it had been stored for a long time.

The man took the quilt from the stove, tilted his head back and poured the remaining milk into his mouth.

It still has the same milky taste as usual, nothing special.

But Xu Xiaoyue's discomfort was real.

Yan Ye put his palm on the girl's cheek and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't drink it. Go to bed and rest for a while."

Xu Xiaoyue propped herself up and transferred all her weight to Yan Ye. She had only felt nauseous for a short while, but now she felt much better.

But she still pretended to be very upset, for fear that this man would take advantage of the opportunity to urge her to get married.

Xu Xiaoyue was helped into the room. She lifted the quilt and lay back down.

"Have you asked for leave?"

She realized the problem belatedly, pulled Yan Ye and stared at him and asked.

Yan Ye sighed, "Baby, you've asked me this question twice, how dare I not ask for leave for you."

"Ah, why don't I remember?"

"You asked me when I braided your hair when you just woke up."

Xu Xiaoyue retracted her hand, thought about it again and again, but still had no impression.

She patted her head and felt that her memory had been terrible recently. She forgot what she remembered one second ago the next.

Seeing that she was slapping him so hard, Yan Ye's eyelids twitched and he covered the red area with his big hand.

"If you don't remember, forget it. Why make it hard on yourself?"

He also didn't think having a bad memory was a disadvantage.