She brushed her short hair from the end of her hair and lowered her head to take a sip of milky oatmeal.

Ji Qingcheng watched her movements and asked, "Is it still acceptable?" ”

Luo Nanchu's eyebrows were still frowning, and he nodded.

The maid came up to prepare food for Ji Qingcheng.

Halfway through Ji Qingcheng's meal, he saw Luo Nanchu, who was eating with his head bowed on the opposite side, suddenly stood up, covered his mouth and ran outside the restaurant.

He sat in the chair and watched her spit out in her trash can, then sighed slightly, walked over and handed Luo Nanchu a tissue.

"Thank you." The woman kneeling on the ground seemed to have a more bloodless face because of vomiting, and the long hair cut off by surgery stuck to her little face covered with cold sweat, making her look a kind of pitiful haggard.

Ji Qingcheng stretched out his hand and picked her up from the ground, and said, "I'll send you to the bedroom to rest, right?" ”

Being hugged by him, Luo Nanchu seemed to be a little nervous, she nodded a little weakly, trying her best not to show her unaccustomedness, and let the other party carry her to her bedroom.

Ji Qingcheng gently put her on the bed, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he reached out and touched her face: "Your body hasn't recovered yet, don't get out of bed today." Wait a little better, let me know, I'll have someone bring you food. ”

"Thank you......" Luo Nanchu looked at him, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only thank him sneeringly.

The man's handsome face had a bright smile, and the amethyst earrings shimmered on his cheeks, making the man look like a little sun, kind and warm.

"Thank me for something." He bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "You are my wife, you are injured, I should take care of you." ”

Luo Nanchu was kissed gently by him, her body stiffened slightly, she ducked back, and said softly: "I want to sleep first." ”

Ji Qingcheng watched her movements, his eyes darkened a little, and then he smiled again, and said softly: "Then I'll go out." ”

Luo Nanchu hugged the quilt and looked at the man's figure, she hesitated for a moment before calling him softly: "Qingcheng ......"

Ji Qingcheng stopped and turned his head to look at her.

"I'm sorry......" she seemed a little guilty, "I just don't remember." Not intentionally alienating your ...... I'll try to remember, don't worry......"

Her memory is currently only two months old.

Listening to Ji Qingcheng, they were a couple who went to sea for their honeymoon, and when they encountered a storm, she accidentally fell off the cruise ship and hit the reef in order to save him, so she lost her memory.

She didn't know if he was true or not, but he treated her like a normal husband would treat his wife with amnesia.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of amnesia, she doesn't have any familiarity with him, and his intimate contact with her, she doesn't feel sweet, but a burden.

Ji Qingcheng's tenderness towards her and her resistance to his subconscious made her feel very guilty, and she also tried to let herself relax when he kissed her, but her body's instinct was irresistible, and she would have a headache when she was nervous.

Ji Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes softened, and he smiled slightly: "It's okay, don't take it to heart." You have a good rest, I'm outside, you can come to me at any time. ”

Luo Nanchu looked at his sunny smile as always, breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and lay down on the bed.