"Can you kiss me?" Shang Yan looked at him expectantly.
Zhou Ping:!
His face was now as red as it could possibly be, and there was even smoke coming out of his head.
"No, you can't," Zhou Ping said, his eyes darting around. His gaze fell on Shang Yan's fair face, then moved to her pink lips, before he looked away in a panic.
The sound of his heartbeat returned, and Zhou Ping took a deep breath.
"Why not?" Shang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.
Zhou Ping sighed softly, "Your memory is a bit off right now. I'm afraid you won't forgive me when you remember."
Once Shang Yan regains his memory and remembers this incident, will he still acknowledge him as his brother? What if Shang Yan says he took advantage of him and refuses to see him again?
This result is hard to accept just thinking about.
Besides... Zhou Ping wouldn't dare to get close to Shang Yan.
Zhou Ping refused ruthlessly, "In short, it's just not possible."
After saying that, he seemed to realize it was too heartless, so he added a completely harmless remark, "If you were sober, you wouldn't be thinking like that. If you were sober and still thought like that..."
That's all for now.
Because if that's the case, Zhou Ping doesn't know what to do.
He'd only ever had Shang Yan as a friend since childhood, but then Shang Yan developed memory problems and mistook him for his husband... This...
Zhou Ping silently lowered his head. His brain was racing. What to do? Kissing was definitely out of the question. Maybe he should...
Pretending to be very busy, I ran over to wash the dishes for my third uncle.
"I'm perfectly sober now. What are you babbling about?" In Shang Yan's eyes, Zhou Ping's mouth was opening and closing, saying things he didn't quite understand. "I don't understand, I just want to kiss you."
Zhou Ping:......
Did he even understand? Why is he so stubborn?
"No, there are still dishes to wash in the kitchen. I'll go help wash them," he said, hurriedly trying to get up.
Shang Yan grabbed his hand. "Then will you kiss me after you finish washing the dishes?"
"I can wash dishes until tomorrow morning, and you're going home soon," Zhou Ping said, trying to find an excuse. At this point, this was the only way.
"Then I'll come to see you tomorrow morning, will you give me a good morning kiss?" Shang Yan asked blankly, calculating that Zhou Ping would have to kiss him twice.
Zhou Ping:......
How can this kind of operation still exist?
He'd rather spend ten hours angrily washing dishes than have Shang Yan wake up and leave him after he kissed her.
The current situation is that Shang Yan is sitting outside the bench, and Zhou Ping has to pass by him to get out.
Shang Yan seemed to have figured out Zhou Ping's intentions, and he was a little downcast. "If you don't want to kiss me, you can call me baby."
“I’ve seen other couples call each other that,” he said, twisting his fingers with some hesitation. “If you don’t want to call each other that, you can choose another one.”
After he finished speaking, he continued to stare longingly at Zhou Ping, his eyes already misty with tears.
"Hey, he's really not your wife. Don't be sad if he doesn't call you." 019 quickly comforted Shang Yan, seeing his low spirits.
This little idiot, oh, so this is how this little idiot is when he's in a relationship?
Zhou Ping froze on the spot. He no longer lowered his head, because if he looked down, he could see Shang Yan's misty eyes.
"Yan Yan," he said softly. After saying this, Zhou Ping twisted his fingers, his gaze never leaving his hands.
He had never called anyone so affectionately before.
This was the first time Shang Yan had been addressed like this, and he gave a soft "hmm." The two of them stayed close to each other, neither of them saying a word.
Just as Zhou Ping looked down at his fingers, a soft question came from beside him, "Wife, are you frigid?"
"You're so cold. We've already gone through the wedding ceremony, and we should have slept together by now," Shang Yan said, sounding a little nervous.
"Huh?" Zhou Ping's face flushed crimson; the blush hadn't faded all day. "We're not actually in that kind of relationship, and we've never slept together..."
He blushed and explained earnestly, "Your memory is seriously confused. We're good brothers."
"What? We've been together for so long and haven't slept together yet?" Shang Yan completely ignored the "good brother" part.
"Also, you can't just call someone 'wife' or 'husband' randomly." Zhou Ping nodded, seemingly remembering Shang Yan's comment that he was too cold. He spoke a little haltingly and slowly, but he became more talkative.
"Oh, so we've already done the wedding ceremony before we're even married? Are we a couple?" Shang Yan asked like a curious child.
"no……"
"Why do you always deny me?" Shang Yan was a little annoyed. He had kissed her and called her name, so could it be that... he was the aloof and arrogant type?
Seeing that Shang Yan was getting annoyed, Zhou Ping didn't dare to speak anymore. He silently lowered his head and stopped explaining.
Once Shang Yan takes the medicine and wakes up, he should be fine. Then he can pretend that this never happened.
Hmm... Great, we've found a solution.
Shang Yan was becoming increasingly certain. He said to the thing in his mind that called itself a system, "I never thought I'd be talking to someone like the aloof and arrogant type. Logically, this shouldn't be happening—"
"...Whatever makes you happy." Once Shang Yan has made up his mind, he won't listen to anything anyone says, leaving 019 helpless.
"So, between him and me, who is the wife...?" Shang Yan was still bothered by this outcome.
[Well, according to the system's detection, you are 10 centimeters apart in height, the host has a smaller frame, and Zhou Ping has already started training at this time. As a future world-renowned sword saint, his ability is beyond doubt. In terms of intelligence, the host, whose cognition and memory are currently confused, is completely defeated. From many perspectives, the host—]
"You are his wife," 019 analyzed seriously.
Shang Yan, [...]
"Am I really as bad as you say? I'm at least 180cm tall, I'm not short at all," Shang Yan retorted loudly in his heart.
"Also... I still can't quite accept that I'm the bottom. My parents only have me as their son..." Shang Yan wiped his face.
"It's okay, host. If you really end up with him, just tell your parents on Earth, 'Buy one get one free,' and they'll get another son." 019 chuckled.
However, all of this is predicated on the premise that Shang Yan and Zhou Ping are really together and that they have completed the system task.
Given the current situation, it would be good if Shang Yan didn't want to disappear into a hole once his memories cleared up and he regained his senses.
"Is there such a thing as a buy-one-get-one-free deal?" Shang Yan was confused, but suddenly thought it was pretty good.
"What are you thinking about? The food is getting cold."
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