He leaned in close, put the hair dryer aside, and locked his eyes on the shirt she was wearing, "What you are wearing, ma'am, is my shirt."
"I have nothing to wear, so I can only borrow yours."
"It looks good on you, Madam." There was desire in his eyes, but it was not so obvious.
But Zhiyun, who had been with him for a long time, could see it.
He was lusting after himself.
Zhiyun's cheeks flushed. Ever since he disappeared, she had been celibate until now. That day in the hospital, when they were lying in the same bed, he hadn't even had any desire.
But tonight...
When his breath was about to get closer, Zhiyun pushed him away: "Don't take advantage of me."
"Madam..."
He let out a low chuckle and called out "Madam" in a very long voice.
Zhiyun glared at him, "You still haven't told me when you contacted the weather bureau? When will the rain stop?"
"Hmm?" There was only a layer of confusion left in his eyes that were originally filled with desire.
He said, "What weather bureau? I don't know."
Zhiyun: “…”
"Madam, as for your question about when the rain will stop, I'm not sure exactly." He said calmly.
It's obviously a bunch of lies, but it sounds so real.
When she tried to get up, he threw her down on the bed and said, "Madam, it's late. I think we should go to bed."
Zhiyun, who was pounced on, blinked and pushed him away with gritted teeth, "I am staying in your house, so I am a guest. If you dare to do anything to me, you are bullying me."
"lady……"
He murmured tenderly, "Madam," and the desire in his eyes became so obvious again.
Zhiyun's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately used both hands to hold Han Qingrang's hand, "Listen to me."
"Well, ma'am, you say."
"Can you please not call me Madam!" When Zhiyun heard the word "Madam", it was as if she heard him calling her Zhizhi.
Han Qingrang with memories seemed to be right in front of him.
When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he was not the one who had recovered his memory.
My heart feels empty from time to time.
"What should I call you, Miss Zhiyun?" He tilted his head slightly. "It sounds too unfamiliar. Not good."
Zhiyun said: "I think it's very good."
"Ayun?"
"No……"
"Weizhi?"
“…”
When he called out "Zhizhi," Han Qing felt a shock in his heart, as if something had tugged at it. As if to confirm it, he called out again, "Zhizhi?"
Zhiyun felt uncomfortable after hearing this: "Don't call me that."
"Weave, weave, weave, weave, weave..."
He called out "Zhizhi" several times in a tender and infatuated voice.
Zhiyun was in a trance. She stopped holding his hands and put them around his neck, mumbling, "Doctor Han."
His body froze slightly.
That sound of weaving made his heart ache again, as if something was trying to break through but couldn't, tearing at it madly.
The call of "Doctor Han" slowly calmed down all his anxiety.
Zhiyun held him for a long time without letting go. When she slowly realized that her behavior was on the verge of getting out of control, she suddenly pulled her hand back.
She yawned and suddenly felt very sleepy.
The fragrance is still lingering.
Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was half asleep, but she would soon be asleep.
"lady……"
He changed the name back.
Then a very soft voice came from the room: "If we had ever met, I would definitely love you very much."
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