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Full of honey
Full of honey: milk small sugar
Wen Xiu blinked, his cheeks slightly hot.
"Are you teasing me?" she asked him suspiciously.
The tips of his ears were red, a little dazed, "Come in."
He entered the house with a suitcase, and after changing a pair of shoes, he took out a pair of ladies slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at her feet.
She was still looking at the decorations in the room curiously, and suddenly felt something warm moving around her ankle.
Looking down, he actually squatted beside her and helped her untie the high heels.
She was startled and squatted down hurriedly, "This, I'll do it myself"
But he has taken off one of her high-heeled shoes and is supporting her small white jade foot with his big palm.
She was a little unstable, and hurriedly put her hand on his broad shoulder to maintain her balance.
The warmth of his palms passed from the cool soles of his feet to her body, which made her feel a little hot.
"I'm not used to you being so kind to me."
As he said, the originally drooping upper eyelids slowly opened, and the thick eyelashes curled up, trembling like butterfly wings.
His eyes were like obsidian that had been polished to gleam, dipped in light, reflecting her figure.
Wen Xiu felt his heart skipped a beat, and then began to beat violently and pounding again.
To be honest, since she suffered from amnesia, she has never been able to figure out——
How could a man like him who is handsome, handsome, and talented, who is polite and estranged from others, but who is very gentle with himself, how could he be with her?
After changing her shoes, he got up, carried her suitcase, and took her to the master bedroom on the second floor.
"Here is our master bedroom."
Wen Xiu nodded, looked around, and found that the blue and white colors were very refreshing, Mediterranean style.
He led her into the cloakroom, opened the closet door, and whispered softly: "You will pack your clothes later, I'm going to prepare dinner."
"Oh, good." Wen Xiu nodded.
He walked out and stopped suddenly.
Turning back, he gave her a meaningful look and muttered to himself: "It's great, you are finally back."
"What?" She just didn't pay attention.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face as someone grasped the handle, and he gave a light cough, and said, "Anyway, this is our house. You can feel free to do so."
After thinking about it, he added: "We are a husband and wife anyhow, so don't be so polite with me."
Hearing the words "our family" and "husband and wife", two red clouds floated on her cheeks, a little shy.
She didn't expect his cooking skills to be so good!
During the hospitalization, she saw him most of the time. He was wearing an expensive suit.
The buttons on the whole body are tightly buckled meticulously.
In that way, he looks indifferent and forbidden, like a god who can't eat fireworks.
But now that he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves and put on his apron, he lost a bit of distance and gave her a bit more
Feeling home.
Two people in a room, three meals in four seasons.
It seemed pretty good to spend a lifetime with him like this.
Thinking about this, she smiled, picked up a tender and sweet steamed sea bass and put it into her mouth.
Jiang Chengjin is taking a bath.
Accompanied by the sound of "pattering" in the bathroom, she found several photo albums in the bedside table of the master bedroom as he said.
She rubbed the cover of the album Jingmei and wondered: It should be useful to look at more past photos to restore her memory, right?