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"...I thought you asked me to kiss you. I misunderstood." Song Hengjue felt a thump in his heart and pressed his head on the pillow.

Yang Qingheng sighed, rubbed his head, and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

Her breath was filled with her fragrance, and her soft fragrance could be touched by the tip of his nose further forward. The veins in Song Hengjue's fists under the quilt were bulging, and his Adam's apple was itching. In the end, he could only close his eyes tightly, bowed up in resignation, and adjusted the burning heat. breathing.

Without the light, the touch became more sensitive. The soft hair rubbed against his face, and the unbearable itch penetrated from the skin to the tip of his heart. His cheeks were tense, and his eyes suddenly opened. His scorching sight was unobstructed, and his greed was fixed on her. profile.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng grabbed his fingers that climbed into the hem of his pajamas.

Song Hengjue didn't expect that she wasn't asleep. He was startled and his eyes were weak: "I see that your clothes are not pulled up properly and you might catch a cold. Please help you... um..."

Electricity shot straight from his tailbone to his lower abdomen. He gasped loudly and his mind went blank.

She she she! She actually!

Song Hengjue's joints on the sheets turned white and his purple veins bulged, as if he was suffering some great torture, but his expression was clearly one of joy than pain.

"The key point..." He grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist, bit her delicate nose gently, and then bent over to lick her cold earlobe. Finally, he licked her chin flatteringly and rubbed her entire face. Willing to give up, like a greedy puppy.

"Can you always sleep like this?" Yang Qingheng casually took the tissue box beside the table, pinched his ears, and used a punishing force.

Song Hengjue's head was burning. He bent down and buried his entire face in the crook of her neck. He was too embarrassed to raise his head to look at her and muttered: "Yeah."

"What are you ashamed of? You have never done this kind of thing before you were seventeen years old?" Yang Qingheng saw it interestingly and insisted on pulling out his head to see his expression clearly.

He has not shown particularly strong expectations in this regard since he lost his memory. He was negligent. He suddenly realized it just now when he discovered that the man had been quietly hunching over.

"You're so annoying." Song Hengjue covered his face to prevent her from looking at him, turned over and faced the wall.

Like a whiny little devil.

Yang Qingheng was so funny that she closed her eyes and said, "Stop making trouble, I have to go to work tomorrow."

I don't know if it was because the fuss last night was too long, but Song Hengjue was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom covering his eyes until Yang Qingheng went to work the next day.

It was rare for him to sleep so well. Yang Qingheng was happy to see the success and told his aunt not to wake him up before going to the company.

"What's a good thing? You're in such a good mood today?" As soon as Fang Nan stopped the car in the garage, he saw Yang Qingheng's car also stopped nearby, waiting for her with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Do you need an excuse for being in a good mood?" Yang Qingheng chuckled and took away his bag of breakfast.

The breakfast made by my aunt is so healthy that she sometimes craves the food from the stalls outside.

Fang Nan glanced at the only bun left in the bag, rolled his eyes, and followed her slowly.

However, Yang Qingheng's good mood was quickly shattered. As soon as she entered the company's door, before the receptionist could speak, a man suddenly rushed out from beside her and grabbed her arm so hard that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Yang Qingheng felt pain and pushed away with her backhand. The person in front of her turned out to be Gao Xiao'e, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She hadn't seen him for only six years. Her hair was half white, and she seemed to have aged more than ten years. The whites of her eyes were cloudy, but she had a mean temperament. He didn't change at all, and Yang Cheng was still followed behind him.