Mu Yiliang glared at him. She couldn’t rember anything from before, so of course, he could say whatever he wanted.
"Still like to glare at ." He tapped her forehead, "Your eyes are already big enough, no need to make them bigger."
Mu Yiliang got angry and bit the fingers he had been misbehaving with.
"Yes, still like to bite ." His voice gradually grew hoarse, "When we’re in bed, when I kiss you, you bite , so now whenever you bite , I react..."
Mu Yiliang hurriedly threw his hand away, so angry she was about to go mad!
So shaless, this man is truly shaless!
"But no matter what kind of you it is, I love you." His gaze was so tender it seed to lt, "I like how unrestrained you are in front of ."
Mu Yiliang couldn’t get angry anymore; she felt like crying a bit.
"You... stop talking..." She softly embraced his waist, burying her face in his chest, "Yan Sijue, since we were so good together, why did we separate..."
His body was a bit stiff.
"Because I got sick, very seriously ill. Keeping you by my side would only hurt you." He finally spoke, "But now, I’m healed."
Mu Yiliang thought for a mont: "Was it a terminal illness? Like in those dramas where you pretend not to love and push away..."
He let out a short laugh: "Yeah, sothing like that, but I never pretended not to love you because it was too hard..."
"What was the illness? Are you really okay now?" she asked, a bit worried.
"Of course. Otherwise, how would I dare to co back to you?" He gently stroked her cheek, "Don’t worry."
Mu Yiliang lay on his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat, gradually rging with hers.
Her heart was already shaken beyond repair.
Even if she forgot everything, even if she didn’t have the confidence to bear such deep affection, how could she refuse? After all, there’s only one Mu Yiliang in this world, whether it was her from the past or her now, regardless... no one else would co to steal this man from her, what was there to be afraid of?
Most importantly, she couldn’t let go... How painful it would be if she never saw him again.
"Yan Sijue..." she spoke softly.
He seed to realize sothing, his voice slightly trembling, cautiously: "What’s wrong?"
"I..." she uttered one word, then involuntarily bit her lip.
It turned out expressing one’s feelings was really hard... she sowhat believed his words now, under what circumstances did her past self say "I love you"?
"Let change your dressing." Her tone suddenly turned cheerful.
Never mind, let him worry for a few more days.
He was sowhat helpless, gritting his teeth: "Is that what you wanted to say?"
"Yes." Mu Yiliang’s tone was very innocent, "What else did you think?"
Yan Sijue looked at her aningfully.
It wasn’t his imagination, he clearly sensed she seed to have made up her mind, wanting to tell him sothing very important just now.
"Where’s the dicine? Let change it for you..." Mu Yiliang was in a good mood, leaving his embrace to search the desk, and quickly found the dicine pack.
As soon as she turned around, she saw the man had already taken off his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt, his movents languid, with a touch of laziness, unmistakably sexy.
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt her mouth go dry.
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