She also had a day when she rolled over

Chapter 295 Collapse and Reorganization of the World (92)

"What did you do?" She sat up and looked at the needle hole on her forearm. The other party's injection technique was excellent and there was no bleeding.

The empty syringe had been thrown to the ground by Hua Zhi long ago, and now it was lying there alone.

"I'm sorry, you will forget all this after dawn, and then we can start over again."

An Yiran:......

"Even if it's poison, I have to die knowingly." The time for reloading the game stopped here. Even if she went back now, she would still be injected with this unknown drug after waking up, and she would have wasted an opportunity to reload the game in vain.

An Yiran suddenly saw through his true nature disguised under the gentle mask. As expected, he was just a hollow leaf, even if it pressed on someone else's heart.

What he wanted most was to accomplish his own goal, not from her.

The word "unscrupulous" should be more suitable for him.

"Don't worry, this is a drug I developed that can make people forget their past memories. There will be no side effects. After we wake up, we will go back to the way we were before, okay?"

His tone sounded so gentle, yet with a hint of temptation, as if this really was a good idea, but he didn't give her the right to choose.

An Yiran suddenly remembered a TV series she had watched before, in which a concubine who had already fallen asleep was woken up by a palace maid to drink tranquilizers. She felt like she was the concubine who had already fallen asleep but was woken up to fall asleep again.

Her eyes went straight to the other person. He didn't know that the tasker's task had priority. Her consciousness would not be affected by anything in the small world except being closed by the system.

The last cosmic storm was an accident.

The memory will not be forgotten, but sleepiness is unavoidable, so she tilted her head and fell on the pillow.

Okay, since you want to act, I will act with you.

He needs her heart, spiritually, and she needs his heart, physically. Isn't it a very novel way for the two of them to reach the same destination?

An Yiran knew that the other party would not hurt her or do anything out of line, so she relaxed and passed out in submission.

Hua Zhi kissed An Yiran on the forehead, picked her up, laid her down, and found a suitable sleeping position for her.

When the sky brightened, An Yiran was awakened by a feeling of hunger. He pulled his arms out from under the quilt and stretched.

"Hmm~" She let out a contented sigh because she had enough sleep.

His eyes were still closed due to tiredness, and his left hand habitually groped for his cell phone on the bed, but he touched a person instead.

"Ah!" She screamed, pulled the quilt over her body, jumped off the bed and hid in the corner, "Who are you and why are you in my room?"

"Xiaoyi, did you have a nightmare? It's still early, we can rest for a while." He didn't explain much, as if the girl was just hysterical.

An Yiran did not move forward. Hua Zhi stood up, put on his slippers and walked towards her. He wanted to reach out and touch her forehead, but she turned her head away.

"What's wrong with you today?"

An Yiran sneered in his heart. What happened to her today? Shouldn't he know the most? It seems that the other party is also a good actor.

But she didn't show it on the surface and continued to act with the other party. "What are you talking about? I don't know you at all, leave now, or I'll call the police!"

A tall and slender figure stood in front of the window, and the cold light cast his shadow on the goose yellow wallpaper with small floral patterns.

"Be good, come here, you must not have taken your medicine properly last night."

An Yiran was unmoved. In the eyes of both parties, her current state was normal.

Hua Zhi didn't even blink, and made up a story. He said: "A few days ago, you were attacked by mutants outside. You suffered a severe head injury and lost your memory. Sometimes you even forgot what happened the day before. I took you to see a doctor and prescribed some medicine. You do feel better when you are under the control of the medicine, but as soon as you stop taking the medicine, your memory will deteriorate again. I guess you must not have taken the medicine yesterday."

"Mutants? I'm still dealing with a zombie virus outbreak. Brother, have you watched too many science fiction movies?"

Hua Zhi glanced out the window and motioned her to look outside.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. An unknown bird was resting on the windowsill, and the thing on its right had turned into a metallic gear structure.

The scarlet eyes stared at her without blinking, making her feel a little scared.

She was trembling with fear, her legs were weak and she couldn't help shaking. She squeezed out words through her trembling teeth: "What is that thing?" She thought of those scarlet eyes like a devil, and her scalp tingled.

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"That's a mutated bird."

Despite this, An Yiran said she still didn't believe him unless he could provide proof that they knew each other.

"Follow me." Hua Zhi opened the bedroom door and walked in front.

When An Yiran saw him leave, she loosened her hands that were tightly holding the corner of the quilt, threw the quilt neatly on the bed, went to the bed, put on her slippers and followed him.

I don't know when a photo of the two of them was placed on top of the shoe cabinet at the entrance. How come An Yiran herself didn't know that they had such a photo? When did they take this photo together?
The background is indeed their school, but for a computer genius like Huazhi, it is not difficult to Photoshop a photo that has no visible problems to the naked eye.

The study room, which was locked yesterday, was now slightly open. Hua Zhi was inside. He spoke to attract An Yiran who was still in the living room: "Xiao Yi, I'm here."

An Yiran pushed open the door of the study. With good eyesight, she saw at a glance that there was a separate layer on the bookshelf, which contained her photos. There were also many photos that had been developed but not framed, and were pasted on the felt board.

There is no deliberate search for any order, it is intricate and yet looks very artistic.

The second shelf of the bookshelf is filled with Borges. She considers herself her favorite writer when she was a semi-literary youth, and she read a lot of his novels and poetry collections at that time.

From left to right, this layer covers almost half of Borges' works.

An Yiran had just woken up and her hair was a little messy. Hua Zhi picked up a hairband from the desk and handed it to her.

Looking at the small flower on the headband, An Yiran asked, "Is this a gardenia?"

"No, it's the Yaoxing Flower." Hua Zhi's gentle voice touched people's heartstrings like clear water sweeping away lotus flowers, and the corners of his lips curved like the moon reflected in the water.

"I don't think I've heard of it." Since she was told that it was prepared for her, An Yiran put the headband on her head without hesitation and put the broken hairband in front of her head to the back.

In fact, this was really her blind spot in knowledge. She always heard Hua Zhi mention the Yaoxing Flower, but she didn't know what kind of flower it was.