Chapter 217 I can’t pay it back… I will never be able to pay it back…

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you pay it back."

Shen Que's eyes were filled with pain, and he desperately wanted to know what had happened to the person in his arms.

But now, she was very calm and couldn't get any information at all.

Meng Zhiyi's eyelids were heavy. He sniffed and said slowly, his voice rising and falling: "I can't pay it back... I will never be able to pay it back..."

Shen Que patted her back gently and said softly, "Then we will keep paying it back until it's all paid off."

"I still have to pay off my debts..."

Meng Zhiyi fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, still mumbling intermittently.

Shen Que didn't move, just held her quietly until she fell asleep.

Because he was worried that she might have a fever in the middle of the night, Shen Que held her in his arms and took her temperature every once in a while.

They tossed around like this all night, and when the morning light burst out from the window, Shen Que carried her back to the lounge and gently put her on the bed.

But Meng Zhiyi really felt insecure. Just as Shen Que turned around and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower, he heard her mumbling in her sleep behind him.

"Don't hit me..."

"Retreat... retreat quickly..."

"Shen Que...Shen Que..."

He quickly turned back, leaned over and patted Meng Zhiyi gently: "I'm here."

Meng Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and in those eyes, which usually looked wild and carefree, there was now a hint of fear like a deer.

Shen Que's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly knelt on one knee on the bed, reached out and took the person into his arms to comfort him.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. Don't worry."

Meng Zhiyi climbed onto his shoulders and stared at Shen Que for a while. The face in the sea of ​​fire in her mind gradually overlapped with the person in front of her.

"Shen Que."

She cried out with a trembling voice, then hooked her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him directly.

Shen Que was stunned for just a moment, and then he took the initiative.

As the kiss deepened, Meng Zhiyi's originally tense body gradually relaxed.

After a long time...the two of them had already rolled into a ball. Shen Que looked at the person under him and pecked the corner of her mouth gently.

"You want more?" he asked in a low voice.

Meng Zhiyi's face was flushed, and the emotions brought out from her memory were smoothed out bit by bit by Shen Que.

"want."

Hearing this, Shen Que's eyes darkened slightly, and then he pressed down again.

…

When Meng Zhiyi woke up from his deep sleep, it was already noon.

The whole room was dimly lit, with only a hint of light coming through the gaps between the curtains.

She frowned and subconsciously looked for Shen Que when her eyes caught sight of the screen hanging on the wall.

At this moment, the scene outside was projected on the screen.

It was Shen Que's office. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa, listening to his secretary's work report.

Seeing him, Meng Zhiyi immediately relaxed.

Then, she fell onto the bed, tilted her face to the side, and stared straight at the screen at Shen Que, who was dressed in a suit and looked like a business elite.

[Hmm... As expected, men are more attractive when they are mature. Eight years ago, he was only sixteen years old and was more childish...]

[A man with ulterior motives tried to seduce me when I was still underage, but luckily I have a strong will. 】

[But why aren't you afraid of death? How dare you rush into a warehouse that's on fire and could explode at any time?]

[Just for someone like me who could disappear at any time, is it worth it? ]

[Shen Que... I'm so glad you're okay...]

At this time, Shen Que, who had just finished listening to the report in the office, looked at the time. After the secretary left, he stood up and walked straight over.

Seeing him coming, Meng Zhiyi jumped off the bed and quickly hid in the bathroom.

Shen Que pushed the door open and came in. When he looked towards the big bed, he found that there was no one there.

Just when he was wondering, accompanied by a sound of "Hey", Meng Zhiyi jumped onto his back and hung on it.

Shen Que quickly reached out to hold the person on his body to prevent her from falling.

"Awake." He tilted his head and asked softly.

"Yeah." Meng Zhiyi's voice has become lighter, no longer as dull as yesterday.

Seeing this, Shen Que finally put his worries at ease.

"Then go wash up, I'll have breakfast with you." Shen Que carried her on his back, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Meng Zhiyi hung on Shen Que leisurely, tilting her head and resting it on his shoulder, but her fingers were restlessly poking his cheeks, and she muttered, "I have to go get my phone fixed later."

"No need to repair it. I'll buy you a new one." Shen Que said as he put the person on the sink.

"Oh, it's so cold!" Meng Zhiyi held his neck tightly and refused to move.

"Then hold on tight, I'll use a towel to cushion you." As he spoke, Shen Que weighed the person on his body, turned around, pulled out a towel and put it on the sink for her.

After Meng Zhiyi stopped complaining about being cold, he began to prepare toiletries for her.

Meng Zhiyi swung her legs but stared at him.

[Has he forgotten that we knew each other a long time ago? ]

[That’s right, it’s better to forget such a terrible thing. ]

[Anyway, whether you forget or not, he is still mine. ]

Shen Que lowered his eyes and listened to her thoughts calmly, becoming more certain of the fact that he had lost his memory.

It seems that he needs to check carefully to see if he has experienced anything.

After helping Meng Zhiyi wash up, Shen Que took the clean clothes delivered this morning and asked her to put on them, and then asked his secretary to bring food over.

When Jiang Rong came in with breakfast, Meng Zhiyi was already sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of hot milk.

Seeing that her mental state was much better than yesterday, Jiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked over and naturally reached out her hand to touch Meng Zhiyi's forehead: "No fever."

Meng Zhiyi looked up at her slightly, then smiled at her with her eyes tilted: "Thank you, Sister Jiang."

Jiang Rong curled her lips, then took out breakfast and spread it on the table, saying, "Didn't I give you my business card last time? Next time, if you can't get through to Mr. Shen, call me."

"My cell phone broke yesterday." Meng Zhiyi said somewhat embarrassedly.

Jiang Rong looked at her in surprise, then shifted her gaze to Shen Que.

Before she could speak, Shen Que said, "I've already notified them. Don't worry if you come over in the future."

"That's good. I'll go and make sure it's done later." Jiang Rong said, then glanced at the medicine on the table and said, "Take the medicine again later, just as a precaution."

Meng Zhiyi nodded obediently: "Okay."

After Jiang Rong left, Shen Que carefully picked out the dishes that she didn't want to eat.

Meng Zhiyi looked at him thoughtfully, then hesitantly called out, "Shen Que."

"I'm here." Shen Que put the chopsticks in her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Zhiyi was a little hesitant.

In the past few days, she had not been able to properly digest the memories she had just recovered, until she went to the Martyrs' Cemetery yesterday, and the emotions that had been accumulated in her memory for a long time were released.

Now that he had calmed down, Meng Zhiyi found that the whole world had become even stranger.

Especially, to the Meng family.

Two missionaries had returned using her body before, but the feedback they received did not seem to be satisfactory.

The awkwardness and uneasiness when she first arrived at the Meng family, and then being hated by everyone, although these experiences were not her personal, in the eyes of outsiders, she was always herself.

This feeling was just like the first time she was bound by the system and transported to a small world. On the surface, she had family and friends around her, but none of them were sincere.

So, for the first time, Meng Zhi wanted to escape.

"These few days...can I..."

"To your house?"