To The Lovely You

   "Ahhhhh!!!" Luo Xiaomei finally couldn't control her voice, "What did you say? We slept together?"

   That picture is so beautiful that she can't imagine it... But maybe it's possible, it's just sleeping.

   "Yeah, more than once..." Ke Jingheng's voice became deeper and deeper, accompanied by the night wind drifting into her ears, causing her to shudder.

   "More than once...? How many times?" Luo Xiaomei was about to cry. How old was she at that time, and she slept with him, more than once?

   OMG! She really wanted to restore her memory, she wanted to know what happened to her at that time, and it was okay to fall in love with him! And with him... what's the matter with that? Do you want to lose face?

   "One, two, three..." Ke Jingheng counted with his fingers, and shook his head in confusion, "Oh, I can't count...too many."

  Luo Xiaomei felt a chill, swallowed her saliva and said, "That... Ke Jingheng, we were so young back then, it must be just a simple...sleep among children, right? That, you know."

   After saying this, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for his answer like a prisoner who died.

   "Simple?" Ke Jingheng chuckled lightly, propped up half of his body with his hands and raised his eyes to look at her tightly closed eyes, "How can it be considered pure? Kissing, love, fu or something... Is it pure?"

   "Ah!!! Don't say any more!" Luo Xiaomei covered her ears and kept shaking her head. God, she remembered when she just woke up that day, Ke Jingheng... He was pressing on her, gnawing and biting at her.

   "I haven't finished yet, you can't take it anymore?" Taking advantage of her panic, Ke Jingheng stretched out his long arms and pulled her down directly, and pressed her onto the bed. Then, he quickly turned over and pressed her down tightly, "It's too abstract to say, why don't I use practical actions to help you recall your memories?"

   "No, I thank you." Luo Xiaomei struggled desperately, pushing against his chest, "I...I still like to rely on myself and slowly recall..."

"But, I can't wait..." Ke Jingheng picked up a strand of her long hair that was falling down, curled it and loosened it, loosened it and curled it again, "You always hide from me like this, it makes me feel very unhappy. You know Husband and wife obligations, right? You've jumped up and down, and you're alive and well, shouldn't it be time to perform?"

   "I... I promise I won't hide from you from now on, just let me go." Luo Xiaomei was sweating all over and kept begging for mercy. God knows what husband and wife obligations! They are just fiancées, should they also perform?

   "Really? Then you answer me a question first." Ke Jingheng didn't let go of her, but pressed her tighter, "What do you think of Lee Minho now?"

   This is his most worrying and most disturbing thing. If her answer satisfied him, maybe he could just... let her go and let her catch her breath.

   After all, for him, he still hoped to eat her after she fully recovered her memory. That's called unity of mind and body...

   "Why do you keep calling Minho in front of me?" Luo Xiaomei thought for a while with a frown. There are very few memory fragments about Lee Minho, and they have not been completely spliced ​​together. To her, he is now a comrade-in-arms like a brother-a comrade-in-arms of the Foodies Front Alliance.