"Also, I want you to treat me well for the rest of your life, wash my feet every night, and cook for me. In short, you can only have me in your heart."
Zhou Zhuo smiled and said, "I listen to my wife."
Lin Qingqing shamelessly made a bunch of requests and was attracted by the plot again.
What she didn't know was that while she was concentrating on watching the movie, there was always a sly smile in Zhou Zhuo's eyes.
And deep pampering.
She was watching a movie and Zhou Zhuo was watching her.
Her eyes, her nose, her red lips, and her skin that was a little dry from the wind were all incomparably beautiful in his eyes.
Her voice is sweet and charming, and her eyes are deep and clear.
Her soft hair was as smooth as silk, and her petite body was soft and warm.
It all fascinated him.
What moved him even more was that instead of despising him for his poor mental state, she took him to the hospital for treatment. Otherwise, he would not have recovered his memory so quickly.
Since taking Dr. Zhu's medicine, his subconscious memories have gradually become clearer, and he would remember something every time he had a headache.
The last time he had a headache was a few nights ago. He was in so much pain that he felt like he was dying. He was afraid of waking up his wife, so he endured it and didn't move. He covered his head with the quilt and almost bit his lips with his teeth.
After the pain, everything went blank again, but when he woke up in the early morning, he unexpectedly found that he remembered the past.
He also remembers clearly every time his wife flirted with him.
He didn't feel anything when he heard those words before, but now when he thought about it, his face felt a little hot.
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After the show, Li Qiang wanted to go over and explain to Lin Qingqing, but Liang Ying stopped him: "It's so late, please take me home."
Li Qiang suddenly had a headache and could only watch Lin Qingqing disappear in the crowd.
Lin Qingqing and Zhou Zhuo held hands and walked back step by step. The difference from the past was that he held her hand very tightly tonight, his fingers clasped around her hand, making her palms sweat.
When they got home, Xue Guixiang had already gone to bed and the yard was quiet. After arriving in the city, Xue Guixiang lived in the west wing and did not live in the north wing with them, so the three north wing rooms were occupied by them.
As usual, Zhou Zhuo helped Lin Qingqing prepare some water for washing her face and asked her to wash it.
After washing her face, Zhou Zhuo took out a box of Wan Zi Qian Hong moisturizing cream from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to her with a smile.
Lin Qingqing was extremely touched. Her little Zhou Zhou was such a warm-hearted boy that he even prepared balm for girls.
She didn't take the balm, but stretched her face forward: "Zhou Zhuo, help me apply it."
A trace of tenderness flashed across his eyes, and he calmly opened the small round iron box, dipped his fingertips in the balm, and gently and evenly circled her face.
Lin Qingqing had a good foundation to begin with, and after applying the balm, her skin immediately became soft, smooth, and as delicate as a baby's.
Zhou Zhuo helped her wipe her face. She took out the foot basin from under the bed, poured some water in it, and was about to wash her feet when Zhou Zhuo came over again.
"Wife, let me help you wash." Zhou Zhuo said, and pressed her little feet into the basin without saying a word.
Lin Qingqing was used to being taken care of by Zhou Zhuo, so she just washed her feet. It was nothing wrong for her man to wash her feet. While enjoying the star-level service, she rubbed his head with her little hands and played with his head as if it were a ball.
Zhou Zhuo felt itchy from her touch. Her small hand was like a little hook, tickling him deep inside. A latent power seemed to be running rampant.
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