I nodded, then immediately shook my head: "No, no, let me try to see if my arm is numb..."
He smiled and gently held my arm: "How about it?"
"No, everything is fine!" I stuck out my tongue at him.
"Well, it's getting late. You just recovered, so you should get some rest." He let me go, stood up, let me cover myself with the quilt, and then lay down on the outside.
I turned sideways to look at him, and after he lay down, I slipped over to his side, just like I used to lean over to listen to him tell stories.
He coughed lightly, and finally held one of my hands under the quilt: "Chen Shuang, I still want to wait for you to remember everything——"
I was stunned for a moment but then I understood everything. I knew he still remembered that I might have resisted him at the beginning, and he wanted to wait until I remembered everything. He wanted to let me make my own choice fairly.
I felt a warm current in my heart and my eyes were inexplicably hot.
There has never been a moment when I wanted to remember everything more than at this moment: why did I resist him in the first place? There must have been a misunderstanding. I really want to figure it out immediately and explain it to him clearly.
"I understand. Thank you, Song Heng." I called out his name naturally, and I didn't even know why, just like I naturally accepted that he always called himself "I" in front of me.
Sometimes I feel that I am too spoiled, but I particularly like the feeling of being pampered and indulged.
How come Song Heng is so nice...
I held his hand with my other hand, and now it was like a roujiamo, with his palm wrapped in my palm.
"Chen Shuang..." His tone was quite helpless.
Another question suddenly occurred to me: "Your Majesty, it seems that you like me after I drank the poison. What if my current me is before I drank the poison?"
I suddenly felt uneasy. He spoke so highly of me after I drank the poison, but at this moment I was extremely nervous. I was actually afraid of myself and jealous of myself.
He smiled: "No, there is still that light in your eyes. You are still sensible, still strong, still bright and kind."
How could my face not be hot after such praise? He continued slowly, his tone cheerful and relaxed: "It's just—"
"Just what?" My heart, which had just been put at ease, was hanging in the air again.
"It's just that now you—" I suddenly felt that he was like a child, cunning and proud: "You can say 'you like me'."
My face was about to burn. I thought it was nothing when I said it myself, but when he relayed it like that, I felt like I had fallen into a furnace of magma: "Your Majesty!"
He lay on his back and began to chuckle. I could feel his body trembling slightly. Then something suddenly occurred to me. I chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, what if I never remember anything?"
He suddenly stopped, and I was amused by his quick freezing state. Now I started laughing out loud, but he didn't say anything. I rubbed towards him obediently.
"Your Majesty, if I don't remember it within a year," I whispered, "then let it be a year."
He slowly pulled his hand out from my palm, and immediately covered both of my hands: "Okay."
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