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"Want a taste?" Xie Jingchen looked down at her flushed little face. As long as they could communicate normally, he knew she wasn’t delirious; he straightforwardly pressed closer and countered:
"Or, try a bite?"
"I... am not her, is that alright with you?" Yan Jinsu stepped back, increasing the distance between them, dropping the previous intimate gesture of cradling each other’s faces.
The two gazed at each other, Yan Jinsu uncomfortably lowered her head and fiddled with a stray lock of hair near her ear.
She just wanted to know, if she wasn’t her, would he still want her.
Yan Jinsu is a germaphobe, even knowing that the woman Xie Jingchen most loves in his heart is ’herself’, she would feel disgusted!
Because in her memory, this man does not exist at all!
It’s like a chasm was set between them, no matter how hard she tries, in Xie Jingchen’s eyes, the person he sees is only his wife!
"Yan Jinsu, you keep emphasizing, you are not her, are you afraid that the person I love most is her?" Xie Jingchen swiftly moved, forcefully pulling her back into his embrace
"Isn’t it?" Yan Jinsu was startled by his actions, her body flush with heat, she steadied her tone, suppressed her voice and looked up at him—
Xie Jingchen’s blunt words embarrassed Yan Jinsu, yet she responded to him with a counter-question.
It’s strange to say that after being together for about 24 hours? The usually cold and indifferent Yan Jinsu, was so easily moved emotionally by an ancient man!
It’s a genuine jealousy, wishing for him to be as affectionate to her as he was to her previous ’self’!
Xie Jingchen’s reckless behaviors to save her earlier had greatly shocked Yan Jinsu!
It was like the male lead glorified in women’s fiction!
"Yes, the person I love most indeed is ’Yan Jinsu’. But in my eyes, even if you don’t have our shared memories, you are still her.
My feelings for you and ’her’ are exactly the same. Because your Soul Crystals are the same!" Xie Jingchen said, passionately kissing her forehead.
It made Yan Jinsu stiffen—Soul Crystals the same?!!
The words Yan Jinsu wanted to say were all stifled when Xie Jingchen pressed his kiss to her neck.
"Yan Jinsu, I only know that you are Yan Jinsu, that’s enough. Even if you have forgotten everything now, as long as you are still here, alive, we can create more beautiful memories together—"
Yan Jinsu pursed her lips, innocently looked up at the sky, err, the top of the tent.
Xie Jingchen forcefully pressed a hand on her back, the other lifting her into his lap.
Yan Jinsu tensed up thinking of moving back, only vexing Xie Jingchen into nearly cursing, his long arm wrapped around her slim waist, it was unclear whether it was a plea or a threat:
"Wife, don’t move... if you keep squirming, I’ll turn into a wolf and eat, you, up!"
"You, you even have the nerve to say that! Quickly... let me go!" Yan Jinsu choked up, glaring with big almond eyes, accusing him of his blatant sophistry!
Facing the little wife’s accusations, Xie Jingchen just gripped her tighter in his arms, gnashed his teeth near her ear, affectionately saying:
"You are a little demon, finding ways to torment me!"
"I..." Yan Jinsu was truly innocent, her small hands pressed against his shoulder, simply unable to push the big-headed man nuzzling into her chin like a short-haired dog!
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