Xia Jiujiu stiffened her head and bit her cherry pink lip, although she was very embarrassed, she still stretched out her fair and slender hand, and was about to take clothes from Mo Xiyan:

"Thank you, give me the clothes!"

The well-behaved voice reveals the shyness and softness that are rarely seen in ordinary times.

Mo Xiyan's scorching gaze fell on the girl's sleek and porcelain-white shoulders and neck.

Xia Jiujiu subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and stretched out his little hand to grab the clothes in Mo Xiyan's hand.

With difficulty suppressing the heat in his body, Mo Xiyan suddenly raised the clothes in his hand high above his head.

Xia Jiujiu followed his movements, raised his little red face, and his clear eyes were full of doubts and incomprehension.

Didn't these clothes come to her?

Xia Jiujiu blinked his apricot eyes and set his gaze on Mo Xiyan's well-defined handsome face.

It seems to be asking silently what is going on?

Mo Xiyan's slender and powerful grasp of her white and slender arm, and then looked at her with a smile and said:

"Come to bed, I'll help you get dressed!"

HAT???

This sentence is like a thunderclap on the ground, which blew up Xia Jiujiu on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even if she has amnesia, she hasn't become a retarded person who can't take care of herself in life.

Why do you need to bother others to serve her when it comes to dressing?

"No, no, thank you for helping me find clothes, and the service doesn't have to be so in place, I can do it myself for such a small thing as dressing!"

Seeing that he kept pulling her to the bed, Xia Jiujiu pulled out an embarrassed smile at the corner of her lips.

She never knew that her fiancé would have the function of helping with dressing in addition to helping with bathing.

"It's okay, what are you polite? You asked me to do this every day before you had amnesia. ”

Mo Xi is talking nonsense with reason.

Xia Jiujiu: "......"

Wucao, she was the one before she dared to lose her memory, and she was mentally retarded who couldn't take care of herself in life!

Xia Jiujiu saw him roll up his sleeves and was about to start pulling her bath towel, but her white little hand hurriedly pulled the bath towel tightly, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be torn off by Mo Xiyan.

She took a few steps back guardedly, and said loudly:

"That, I really don't need to bother you, I'm amnesia now, I'm still more used to this kind of thing."

"Wife, is your reaction ...... Don't love me anymore? ”

Mo Xiyan's gaze fell on the girl's body, but there was a hurt look on his face.

"Or do you still have doubts about our relationship?"

"I ......"

When Xia Jiujiu heard this, he almost knelt down and called him dad directly.

The male god actually called her wife, and her heart was about to dissolve into water~~~

Swallowing his saliva, facing his expression as if he was injured, Xia Jiujiu was so distressed that he couldn't say a word.

"At twelve o'clock on the left side of my chest, the shallowest strawberry print I planted three days ago.

Three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock on the right side of my chest, which I planted two days ago......"

Xia Jiujiu's eyes widened, and she quickly stretched out her white little hand to cover Mo Xiyan's mouth.

Can't listen to it!!

I can't stand it!!

She must not let him continue to say anything astonishing.

No wonder when she just took a shower, she looked at the dotted marks on her chest, and she couldn't figure out when she was injured.

It turned out to be the masterpiece of this dead demon.