After lunch, Liu Qinghuan sent Tian Rong out to buy some rice and flour, and then he brought the porridge upstairs.

When Ye Heng woke up, he felt a splitting headache and could not remember anything. He could only stare blankly at the ceiling of the bed.

"Are you awake?" Liu Qinghuan felt relieved when she saw that he had his eyes open. "I made some porridge. Don't be disgusted. It's better for you to have some liquid food now."

"Who is this girl?" Ye Heng looked at the strange girl in front of him. He was alert in his heart, but did not show any abnormality.

"Me? Yesterday you broke into my house covered in blood and begged me to save you, and you don't remember that?" Liu Qinghuan put the bowl on the table with a "thump" sound, seeming a little angry.

Seeing this, Ye Heng felt as if he had made a mistake for no reason. He blinked and said, "I'm really sorry. I... can't remember anything now."

"You don't remember anything?" Liu Qinghuan's eyes widened as he moved to the side of Ye Heng's bed. "Is this what I meant by 'I don't remember anything'?"

Seeing Liu Qinghuan staring at his face, Ye Heng felt a little uncomfortable: "Which 'I don't remember anything' are you talking about?"

"Don't play amnesia with me, brother," Liu Qinghuan felt like he was in big trouble. "What's your name? Do you even remember how to get home?"

Ye Heng shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't even remember your name?" Liu Qinghuan raised his voice.

It’s not that she is impatient, it’s just that the plot is too melodramatic.

It’s over, it’s over. His brain was burned out yesterday.

"I have no idea."

"..." Liu Qinghuan almost couldn't breathe.

It’s over, I’m afraid this guy will be in trouble.

"Oh, that's right." A light bulb went off in his head, and Liu Qinghuan reached under Ye Heng's neck.

Ye Heng's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately reached out and grabbed Liu Qinghuan's wrist.

"Let go! There's a token under your pillow that I took from you last night. Maybe you'll remember it after seeing it."

Hearing this, Ye Heng loosened his hand awkwardly and felt under the pillow, where he found a token.

Liu Qinghuan rubbed his hands: "Damn it, is this real amnesia or fake amnesia?"

Ye Heng felt embarrassed and guilty, and said unnaturally: "I was reckless. It was completely unconscious just now. Please forgive me, young lady."

"Hmph." Liu Qinghuan also studied high school biology and knew there was something called conditioned reflex, so he could understand it and stopped making trouble.

"leaf……"

Ye Heng looked at the word "Ye" on the token, as if recalling something.

"Ye Heng, Ye Zijun."

"Your name? You remembered it?" Liu Qinghuan was delighted. It seemed that he was not stupid and could go home.

Ye Heng shook his head, "That's all I can think of."

“…”

Liu Qinghuan didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort himself: Never mind, this is someone sent by the system, there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

"Have some porridge first. I also made chicken soup for you, but it needs to be cooked for a longer time." Liu Qinghuan helped Ye Heng to sit up and brought the porridge that had been left out for a long time to Ye Heng. "Can you drink it yourself?"

"Yes. Thank you, young lady." Ye Heng took the bowl from Liu Qinghuan's hand. He must have been very hungry, so he drank it all in one gulp as if it were cold water, and then looked at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan: What? Not enough?

"Wait a moment, I'll serve you some more." Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to take the bowl in his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, girl."

Ye Heng suddenly called Liu Qinghuan and touched his nose with his right hand: "Can you give me some side dishes?"

Liu Qinghuan's expression was out of control, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "Okay, got it."