"My lord! That's not what I meant, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Nie Linyuan walking slowly towards him from not far away.
After cooking the meal, the man seemed to have changed a lot. After placing the dishes on the table and sitting down, he didn't say a word.
Nie Linyuan was born with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He had also had a bad life in the past. When he was silent, there was always a faint but strong sense of fierceness between his brows, which was very oppressive.
After much deliberation, Xiao Yao finally withdrew her little paws, which had been trying to argue her way out of trouble.
It suddenly became very curious about what the adults would do.
Little Tianjun looks scared. It's true, it's not suited to dating strong people; it's really scared QAQ
He didn't speak, and neither did Si Jin. Instead, she reached out and picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, put it into her rice, and ate it quietly.
He ate more slowly than usual, looking preoccupied, but after a while, he even sniffed lightly.
Nie Linyuan subconsciously looked over and saw two tears slide down the corners of the boy's beautiful peach blossom eyes and fall into the rice.
The next second, their eyes met.
Before he could say anything, the person who had tricked him into believing he was at the "crematorium" seemed heartbroken. He stood up, went back inside, and closed the bedroom door.
Nie Linyuan stared blankly at the food on the side, without saying a word.
She finished her meal one bite at a time, cleaned up the dishes as usual, tidied up the kitchen, and then turned her attention to the bedroom door.
Just as my thoughts were drifting away, I was disturbed by a loud banging sound, which seemed to be Jinjin knocking on the door.
Nie Linyuan felt a surge of nervousness. He opened the door, walked into the bedroom, and saw Si Jin knocking on the bathroom door several times.
He took two quick steps closer, and just as he was about to put his hand on the handle, he saw the door... open by itself.
Si Jin's hair was wet, revealing only half of her face. She glanced at him and then pointed to the shirts scattered on the bed.
"Where are your pajamas? Don't wear a shirt after you shower." Nie Linyuan frowned and subconsciously reminded him.
But Si Jin didn't reply, stubbornly pointing at the clothes.
Nie Linyuan gave up and turned around to deliver it to him.
The people in the bathroom didn't stop, and Nie Linyuan had no choice but to sit down in front of the dressing table and wait anxiously.
He was deceived. At first, he was very angry, but soon, the fear of losing him instinctively overwhelmed him, making him want to find out Si Jin's true feelings for him.
By giving him a day, he meant that if Si Jin wanted to leave, was no longer interested in lying to him, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, he wouldn't stop her.
But after a day, he might do something outrageous.
The moment he was kicked out of the NPC party after the last ghost story ended, his memory miraculously returned. He only remembered that many years ago, Uncle Lu knocked him unconscious. For the next nine years, he was burdened with a mission and lived a life devoid of emotion.
If he regains his memory at this point, the "it" behind him must want him to discover that he has been deceived and to argue with Jinjin.
But he prefers to skip that step and solve the problem directly rather than argue.
Bang bang bang—
A moment later, there was another knock on the bathroom door from the inside.
Nie Linyuan snapped out of his thoughts and walked over. This time, the door opened immediately.
Si Jin stood inside, dressed neatly, her eyes red and moist, her collarbone damp with tears, as if she had endured some unbearable ordeal.
A moment later, she pulled him inside and locked the bathroom door.
Si Jin took two steps closer to him and handed him a piece of her shirt collar.
Nie Linyuan held it blankly, and after understanding Si Jin's hint in his eyes, he tried to pull the clothes back.
Swipe—
The shirt tore easily, revealing snow-white skin mixed with irregular water droplets.
The person in front of him was pulled forward a step, and then reached out and hooked his neck.
Her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse: "The diary has fifty pages in total. Consider it as me lying to you fifty times. I'll make it up to you fifty times in the future. You can do whatever you want. Don't be angry with me, husband."
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