The light in the lantern flickered a little, and the yellowish light shone on Gu An's brows, giving him a bit of coldness to his cold brows, and he looked very moving.

Ming Ye's eyes fell on Gu An's lips, and after watching for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he looked away, his eyes floating, not knowing what he was looking at.

Gu An used the light of the lantern to clearly see the appearance of the roses and the blood on the fingertips.

The petals of the rose are blooming on the outside, while the buds on the inside are tightly closed. The blood stains on his fingertips are thicker in color. He gently sniffed it, and there seemed to be a scent in the fishy sweetness.

The scent is very light and dissipates when the wind blows.

Gu An only smelled it, and it was blown away by the night wind.

Why is there the scent of herbs in the blood of a gardener? If he touches herbs for many years, he will carry the scent of herbs on his body.

But that's just the surface, and the gardener has a taste on the inside.

Gu An opened the rose branch, wanting to see what the other roses were like. When he scratched the rose branch with his left hand, he accidentally scratched the thorn on the rhizome.

The thorns pierced the flesh of the finger belly, and bright red blood was condensed.

Ming Ye calmed down the surging qi and blood. When he went to see Gu An, he saw the blood on Gu An's fingertips and asked nervously, "An An, are you injured? Does it hurt? I'll give you a blow."

As he spoke, he took Gu An's hand, blew lightly, and put it into his mouth very naturally.

Ming also sucked the blood from Gu An's fingertips and let the tongue go around Gu An's fingertips a few times before letting go.

Gu An looked at the wet fingers, and his eyes were stunned for a moment. It took a few seconds for him to react. He couldn't help curling his fingers and said, "Thank you."

Ming Ye swallowed the sweet blood in his mouth and looked at Gu An's blushing ears. He lowered his head and kissed Gu An's eyebrows: "An An, you never have to say thank you to me."

Gu An's fingertips still had the temperature of Ming Ye's mouth, not hot, but extremely heart-burning.

He couldn't help moving his fingers, as if he was not used to this feeling.

After a while, Gu An felt that his ears were no longer so hot. He raised his head and said seriously, "Don't kiss me casually in the future."

"No," Ming Ye raised his eyebrows with a sense of reason: "We are legal husbands, and close contact is essential."

Gu An didn't agree with what Ming Ye said: "But I don't remember it. I feel like an ordinary friend to you now. I don't like you doing anything to me."

As soon as these words came out, Ming Ye's body froze.

His voice was a little deep: "An An, do you know that you are like this..."

Gu An's face was not very good, he glared at Ming Ye fiercely, snorted coldly, and turned his head to ignore Ming Ye.

Mingya's words just now echoed in his ears.

- will be hit by the sun.

Ming also has deep eyes.

Thinking of Gu An's words just now, he felt very uncomfortable, but he knew very well that Gu An did this because he forgot some things, not intentionally.

It was precisely because of this that Ming Ye felt uncomfortable. His emotions had nowhere to vent, and there was a faint tendency to run wild, but he always remembered that he couldn't go crazy in front of Gu An.

Because it would scare his baby.

But Ming couldn't bear to point his anger at Gu An, so he changed his target. His voice was like a demon returning from hell, biting and cold: "I'll ask again, when will An An regain her memory?"

521 was startled by the sound, and it carefully observed Ming Ye's face.

In order not to be seen by Gu An, Mingye still had a faint smile on his face, but 521 saw a trace of madness in Mingye's eyes.

It thought that if Ming could see it, it might have been cleaned up a long time ago.

"This problem," 521 pushed the pot to its boss: "I need to ask my boss for help. Don't worry! My boss will definitely solve this problem perfectly!"

"Is that so?" Ming also smiled incredulously, his voice was like a bone-chilling cold wind: "I hope it's like what you said, otherwise—"

"—I'm about to be rude to you."

A fluttering sentence with infinite killing intent.

Listening to 521 was frightened, and after it assured Ming Ye, it left Gu An with a sentence, "I have something to leave for a while", and disappeared.

Gu An didn't pay much attention to this matter. He looked away from the roses and fell on Ming Ye. When he saw the smile on Ming Ye's face, his eyes paused, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh," Gu An said, "It's ugly."

Hearing this, Ming Ye pulled away the smile from his lips. Although his face was expressionless, Gu An could still feel the tenderness radiating from Ming Ye's body.

- tenderness to him.

Thinking of this, Gu An turned his head.

The voice is very low, but it can make Mingya hear clearly: "If you want to kiss in the future, you must ask me in advance. You can only kiss after I agree."

Ming Ye's eyes widened, and then he laughed softly, and even the heart in his chest revealed joy.

He looked at Gu An tenderly, and a sigh overflowed from his lips. His An An has always been so obedient.

Even if he lost his memory, he couldn't bear to feel sad.

He seems to love An An even more.

Here, time flies fast.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Lin Wan and Mi Shang's son got engaged.

The Lin family was full of festivities. The rice merchant and Mr. Lin set an auspicious date, which will be the sixth day of June in three days.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

On the eve of the wedding, Lin Wan couldn't help it anymore. She asked the servant to send a letter to the gardener, saying that she had something to ask him at night and asked him to come to the garden.

After the gardener received the letter, he did not open it immediately, but put it aside. He raised his head and drank the brown herbal medicine at hand. The smell of the herbal medicine was exactly the same as the aroma of blood dripping from roses.

He looked at the sun outside the window, and his heart was desolate.